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This book is amazing. Enard's prose is hypnotic, insightful, and bold in its unconventional presentation. The story that he tells weaves together a vast amount of the history behind numerous wars (such as those in Yugoslavia, the Gaza strip, Algeria, etc) that have rolled across Europe, the Middle East, and Africa for centuries - all told through the voice of a man who is obsessed with these obsessive wars. In fact, if I had to describe this book in a few words, I would say this: it is obsessed with war - and stunning in its effect.

This is one of those books that comes along only infrequently in one's life, surprising you with its temerity and its skillful presentation, needling your parts of your insides that you, heretofore, did not know were so sensitive - nor so thirsty for poetic expression. Since starting it, I have thought about it constantly; and upon reading the final sentence, I experienced a shock that is still resonating through my organism. Put even more succinctly: I fucking love this book.