The occasion of this recent reread was a discussion of the book by my Jane Austen group ( Read more... )

The Confusion. I am of course loving it, but its galloping romanticising of emerging capitalism kept poking at me until I recognized the echo. Now, I have no idea if I’m right. I felt the same thing, decades ago, on reading the Lymond Chronicles, that Dorothy Dunnett had found Fernand Braudel’s fabulous exploration of the Mediterranean world so ( Read more... )