Quite a let-down. The first volume was well written, well researched, and told a story of a life. This volume is fragmented, and not in a cutesy "oh look how our lives are fragmented and can never be unified" post-structuralist kind of way. It's fragmented in a "I can't be bothered relating this half page to the half page preceding it or the half page following it" kind of way. It feels like Novick just couldn't be bothered matching the extremely high standard he'd set himself. ( )