Traveler of the Century has a lot of elements that should make me love it: a well rendered historical setting (Germany in the mid-nineteenth century), a Tolstoy-esque perspective that shifts between the personal and the sociological, philosophical and cultural conversations, some beautiful writing, and a believable love story. For some reason, though, the book never engaged me. I admire it, but the spark between us is missing.
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