Robb's France: An Adventure History was ... a weird one. It was as if he purposefully tried explaining a painting with words, but without the benefit of a single temporal frame of reference, nor even, a contextial groundwork. The "idea" of France, its abstractions, hypocrisies, myths, and history were all meshed into one frame per chapter. And even within each chapter, its hodgepodge approach to things French (not limited to French words, names, and god forbid, the arcane French slang), just leaves an innocent reader such as myself, simply bewildered. To fully appreciate what I mean, perhaps a few other synonyms would help: lost, annoyed, impatient, or desperate for coherence. This might (unfortunately) be my legal training; I always look for the point, I skip the meandering. But Robb's work is just that, and is the whole point: to meander, as he does on his trusty bicycle, the place called France, but also, simultaneously, the ideas, pictures, and attitudes that make up "France". His style is not straightforward, but that of a curious vagabond slash ADHD explorer who cannot stick to one thing in particular. He reminds me of a comic plotting his course on a treasure map, going round and round until s/he reaches their destination; when a simple straight line would have reached their objective ages ago.
However, and I have to admit it, Robb successfuly, albeit with great frustration on my part, impart a sense of "adventure". As if I have been transplanted in France in the fourth dimension. Hence my earlier comment: the lack of a temporal timeframe. Please, dear stranger, do not confuse this with what Robb does from beginning to end, which was to follow French history from Vercingetorix's Gaul all the way to Macron's France (the latter is meant without offence). What I mean is in each chapter, I couldn't help but feel like freefalling through time itself, seeing swathes of reality and abstractions that manifest themselves in what makes up France, both tangible and intangible.
To conclude, and realising Robb's style has, for better or worse, infected what I am trying to convey to you innocent reader, his book was a completely new experience for me. I do not know if this is a "style" worth categorising separately from other styles of telling history under an objective point of view, but it certainly does on my shelf. It was both informative and uninformative. I have realised, halfway through it, that I should have read a convential history on France before I picked Robb's up. Nonetheless, I have no real regrets. It is one of those books which, although thorny, was a delight. Had I possessed more knowledge on this west-Eurasian country, I would have given it 4, or even 5 stars. Alas, all it gets is a robust 3 stars given my reasons above.
With that, I guess all I have to say is Voilà !