This book is pain. Absolute, unfiltered, never-ending pain. It’s like the author sat down and thought, How can I make centuries of war, betrayal, and scandal as dry as possible? And then succeeded.
First off, the “characters” are impossible to connect with. Louis XIV is just some guy obsessed with himself, Metternich won’t stop gatekeeping democracy, and the Habsburgs? Literally just a family that refuses to let anyone else be important. Every time you think someone interesting is about to do something cool, they either die, get overthrown, or sign some treaty that makes everything worse.
And the pacing? Atrocious. One minute you’re slogging through medieval feudalism, and the next, boom—Napoleon’s here, causing chaos, and then suddenly he’s gone. You barely recover before the book throws another economic system at you and expects you to care. The Industrial Revolution was probably cool in real life, but AMSCO somehow makes it feel like reading a textbook on watching paint dry.
Also, why are there so many wars? And why does every single one end with a treaty that just sets up the next war? At this point, I’m convinced Europe was just beefing for fun.
The only reason I’m giving this one star instead of zero is because, unfortunately, I have to read it. But if you’re looking for an actual enjoyable story? Stay far, far away.