My city's namesake in book form took a dubious occupation in my life by haunting me thru the years with its insistence in being read, which first reared its head about 15 years ago, finally concluding this year when I got thru the bastard. Bernier sacrifices all the interesting stuff that happened around the Marquis, from Cornwallis' defeat to the Reign of Terror back home in France, in lieu of telling every single detail of his everyday through an admittedly startlingly intricate summation of his world coupled together from his letters to and from those he loved (and some he didn't). He assumes a lot, is what I'm saying, you may need to invent yr own footnotes (or find a separate book on the French Rev). The writing is (mostly) laborious though it does pickup after awhile, and it also manages to be highly critical, only glorifying the man in the specific instances it was warranted. The main thruline here is that throughout life he had one song to sing and sang it: liberty. It just happened to be the song of the century; he was a people's hero, not a war hero, always deflecting power in turn for pomp. I appreciate his affect on liberalism as a whole, but I guess an abridged version of anything never haunts a man.