It Is A Shame

Iris Chang was not an acute writer. Perhaps I should quickly qualify by stating I have only read 50 pages of the Rape of Nanking. This is the second time i have read those fifty pages. Such harrowing material deserves a deft hand, one which maintains a posture of poise. It didn't receive such.

I was led to Nanking after finishing Hermit of Peking by Hugh Trevor-Roper earlier today. I found his investigation to be marvelous. I sit here now, full from a flowing table of grilled meats and peppers and am thankful for such repose.