NYRB Classics collector. Reads anything, so long as it's good. Sometimes historian. Frequently grumpy: you've been warned. Also at aliceunderskies.tumblr.com.
This one failed to engage me in the grace stretch of 60-100 pages, so I think I'll take it back despite its place in the Tournament of Books. Too jumpy to catch my heart and keep it, too heavy on the accursedness to match my mood.