A review by jamesnpmarsh
Europe Central by William T. Vollmann

3.0

There's a bit near the end where the corrugations of a waffle remind a melancholic (if memory serves) Shostakovich of the skeletal remains of a bombed out city block. Which is about the bleakest language I've ever seen used to describe breakfast.

I liked this novel a fair bit. It's something like 3/4s intensely rigorous historical textbook, and 1/4 heartbreakingly beautiful prose.

It's also kind of a pitiless bitch to get through, though. Prepare to put in some work for this one.