My rating: 0 of 5 stars
Unreadably bad. Palmer is clearly a writer with a passion forMongolia, and a political point to make, but his long asides and diatribes, coupled with footnotes that vary between simple references and long, unsubstantiated opinion pieces, turn this mess of a book into an utter farrago. Ungern-Sternberg is clearly a compelling character, and there’s bound to be a fascinating biography of the man out there somewhere, but this isn’t anywhere near it. Did not finish.