I enjoyed Gibbon’s prose. The style often reminded me of Dickens, and at times even of Stephenson himself. Gibbon writes densely, with each sentence packed with meaning and attitude. The colorful anecdotes are entertaining, and his loaded language reveals the assumptions and prejudices of his eighteenth-century world in ways that are often fascinating. The writing itself is a pleasure to read.
The detailed history was too much for me. The book is a vast stream of names, dates, emperors, campaigns, anecdotes, and political details that arrive too quickly to absorb into any cohesive picture. The experience often felt like reading a phone book written by a brilliant stylist. I could admire the craft while failing to integrate the information. The experience reminded me why I was never a history major and why I prefer historical fiction to encyclopedic history or historiographic research.
The prose is excellent, just as Stephenson promised, but the density of information overwhelmed any larger narrative for me. I doubt I will continue through the remaining volumes. 2/5 stars.
