This is a fascinating and gorgeously-written book, written as a popular history of archaeology's methods and aims as a field. Woolley himself was a prominent figure in interwar archaeology (present at the dig of Ur!) and speaks with an unmistakable and endearing enthusiasm for his subject. He waxes positively lyrical on more than one occasion. The book is also a fascinating and disquieting look at the social dynamics of archaeological digs. "The archaeologist," Woolley's default practitioner, is clearly an Englishman. But in asides and between the lines of Woolley's text, it appears that the practitioners were much more diverse than one might infer from this. Woolley covers "not a few ladies who do excellent work" in a couple of sentences, leaving me eager to know more. "The Arab foreman," observes Woolley, "is invaluable"; this figure appears as not only a subject expert and administrator, but a multilingual diplomat. Woolley observes that he's seen the practice of rewarding workmen for digging up valuable finds work equally well with "Arabs, Italians, Poles, and Englishmen." It's both unsettling and interesting to have such an example of how the agency of all those around the default, university-educated Englishman could be obscured and neglected by the latter's perspective.