Reading Spinoza always tends to elicit a kind of visceral recoil from me, if only because of that insufferable more geometrico style, but this book for the first time has actually made me hungry to read him again. It's a beautifully written piece of work, approaching Spinoza's philosophy from the twin angles of philosophical history and political theory, all while letting it breathe in an atmosphere wholly its own.
That said, its always strange revisiting works of political theory from the 90s, when the liberalism/communitarianism debate was raging hot; the total absence of any consideration of class and capital sticks out like a sore - much too sore - thumb. It's not the book's 'fault' - its very much of its time - but it shows just how different the conversation is now, nearly twenty years on.