I really have enjoyed Vowell’s books in the past, but this one just escapes me. It meanders around with no clear purpose, and is desperately in need of a chapter structure (or any form of organization, really). For example, I don’t understand why she makes these constant references to Anne Hutchinson that “I’ll mention later” but the section on Hutchinson is only about 30 pages, and comes near the end of the book.
Sprinkled throughout are some glimpses of the wit that makes Vowell’s books so readable. But certainly not enough to sustain my interest.
What this book needed was a stern editor. Or maybe just a better topic.