A moderately interesting but weird book. Many sections ended with a sentence that felt like it should be a segue to the next topic, but came off closer to an unfinished thought. Lots of very interesting anecdotes and history but he was trying too hard to write ~literature~ and it frequently came off as sophomoric. 

Also I’m pretty sure he’s a Zionist which sucks. Completely unnecessary book topic to start with a quote from Theodor Herzl, yet here we are!