There was a lot that was very interesting and worthwhile about this book, and it was perfect to read in tandem with Hilary Mantel's A Place of Greater Safety. However, there were four very annoying aspects of this book which prevented me from thoroughly enjoying it: 1. The author spent an ungodly number of pages describing furnishings and paintings. You ever heard that old saw, a picture is worth a thousand words, man? He spent a whole paragraph describing a chair, in tones of capital E Ecstasy, and I had no clearer picture in my mind of the chair after than before, the nature and limitations of the written word being what they are. 2. The whole book was soaked in unmeasured sentimentality. I mean, I get it, it's a lost world, and it's easy to see lost worlds through a rose tinted lens, but Jesus, man. 3. To that point, a lot is made of the utter freedom of Americans in the 1780's and '90's, and the general lack of poverty and very, very, very little is made of, oh, you know, SLAVERY. He also extols the freedom and equality of women in America at this time without even touching on their political and economic disenfranchisement. Oh, they got to mind the shops while their husbands were out whaling?! Fantastic! Why did we ever demand the vote, then? 4. He spouts off a lot of prices for things throughout the book, with head-spinning inconsistency. Sometimes it's sous, sometimes livres, sometimes shillings. All have appeared in the same paragraph. Every now and again he throws the reader a bone and puts something in modern dollars for reference but it's a rare enough event to highlight how rare it is.
So while I learned heaps from this book, and while it enhanced my understanding of a historical novel, it was also at times an infuriating read.