Started this one a while back, life happened, it sat on my shelf. Picked it up again last week and — gone. Fully in.
1796: Kazinczy’s imprisoned in Bohemia when his friend Angelo Soliman dies in Vienna. What the empire does to his body next is the kind of detail you can’t unread. Decades later, his widow stands face to face with it in a museum.
History, obsession, identity — all wrapped in prose that doesn’t let go.
Trust me on this one. 