Title: An immature, uninteresting work.
Product review: I started and did not finish the book, so my review should be seen in that context. I quit on it because I began to see it as poorly written, pretentious of a knowledge that seemed immature to me (I'm guessing the author read some parts of a fair number of books and called it research), and prententious of an intellectual heft that it most certainly does not possess. I was also more than a little put off by the style of composition. It seemed to me to be a shallow and shelf-cousciously affected revisit of modernism. And lastly, if it was intended to be seen as a grand Sholzenitzen-esque treatment of the aweful second, third, and fourth decades of the Twentieth Century in Middle Europe, it fell flat on its face. If that is what you want, reader, go to Vasily Grossman, Sholzenitzen, and any number of other works of fiction and history of that period and place. This book does not have it for you.
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