What a stunningly lifeless (or insipid, can't decide) work of historical fiction. Mansel has selected a fascinating subject, Aleppo, one of the oldest continuously inhabited cities in the world. A city that changed hands, rulers and countries numerous times throughout history and yet impressively persevered until The Battle of Aleppo, which from 2012 to now has all but destroyed it. I won't digress about the significance of such a destruction of history, but I should say that Mansel has absolutely not done his subject justice. In fact, he hasn't even written that much about it, his role in this book is practically editorial. He authored the first quarter of it, the expanded foreword, inexplicably concentrating only on the Aleppo's years under the Ottoman Empire, since 1516, barely mentioning the prior centuries, skipping over the entire epoch of antiquity. For a city that was first mentioned in the third millennium BC that just seems like neglect. The rest of the book (not including the prerequisite notes, bibliography, etc.) comprises various accounts of various dignitaries and travelers, who have visited Aleppo over the last few centuries at some point and wrote about it. There is an interesting juxtaposition to observe between the Aleppo Mansel writes about and the one they witnessed. Invariably Eurocentric perspectives for the most part portrayed the city as a backward penurious province, with strange customs, strange lives and strange manners, particularly when it came to directness of questioning and flagrantly rude interest in pecuniary matters. While Mansel's chapters read like a textbook, the rest, with few minor exceptions, comes across stodgy and dense (a prolix description after a circumlocutory one aka long winded), much like you'd expect a letter from 1700s or 1800s. The entire book was a slog to get through, even considering it's relatively slim size. I was interested in reading this after seeing a stunningly poignant New York Times article/pictorial about the destruction of Palmyra, same conflict, though not as thorough of a devastation. That article has managed to convey in however few words/photos what this book didn't in however many words/photos. History is fascinating, learning about it should be a pleasure. This book, although mildly informative, is the sort of book that might put one off the subject. Travelogues are meant to be fun. Reading is meant to be fun. This was, sadly, just wasted time. Thanks Netgalley.