A two-tiered book, as it should be. With his usual talent for easy-flowing prose, Cline tells the story of the archaeologists (occasionally not much more high-minded than the grave-robbers and antiquities merchants they were ostensibly trying not to reward) who raced to get their hands on the Amarna Letters and house them at museums back in London, Berlin, Paris, and likewise. Once "secure," then the letters became a rich new source of information about the inter-connected worlds of SW Asia, Africa, and the Mediterranean littoral. As much as tells us, though, Cline's book is just a gateway. He makes me wish - not for the first time - that I could add on several more languages and another couple of degrees (and 8 more hours/day) so as to be able to plunge into this world.