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Kurlansky is a lively, readable travel writer/raconteur sort of author. Unfortunately this book is as much history as it is description of a culture, and his knowledge and understanding of history are superficial and occasionally grotesquely wrong. His style is to mingle descriptions of modern Basque culture and landscapes with tidbits of history gleaned from more-reputable history books (sometimes genuinely embarrassingly mangled- eg: "But in 75 B.C., the handsome and elegant Pompey, a favorite of Rome and commander of forces loyal to the emperor..."), and with bits of legends or popular understandings of history, and to bind the whole together with odd, aggrandizing non sequiturs that would sometimes come across as delusionally ultranationalist if it were a Basque writing them (eg: "In the long Basque memory, the Roman Empire is considered a good period... Today, Basques still refer to this time as an example of how they would like to peacefully coexist with larger powers.") By far the best parts of the book are the parts where Kurlansky is writing from personal experience or direct testimony from acquaintances- but they're a relatively small fraction of the text. His affection and sympathy for the Basque culture, language, and political struggles are entirely sincere, and endearing, but they lead him to untenable places of mythologization, and idealization, and the sort of bizarre non sequiturs noted above (another one: "The Basques seem to be a mythical people, almost an imagined people.").
Part of why he seems to have so much fondness for Basque culture is that parts of it are endearingly exotic to someone who didn't grow up with it- which is fine, and true of most any culture. But he takes this to the point of recreating a sort of fervent ethnic nationalism by the back door- over-exoticizing the Basques compared to their neighbors, and treating them as a coherent and constant ethnic group for millennia; every idea or tradition has to have roots in time immemorial. It's not great.
The guy should've just stuck to writing a travelogue.
Part of why he seems to have so much fondness for Basque culture is that parts of it are endearingly exotic to someone who didn't grow up with it- which is fine, and true of most any culture. But he takes this to the point of recreating a sort of fervent ethnic nationalism by the back door- over-exoticizing the Basques compared to their neighbors, and treating them as a coherent and constant ethnic group for millennia; every idea or tradition has to have roots in time immemorial. It's not great.
The guy should've just stuck to writing a travelogue.