I have read all three of Webster's books, my passion for Spain traceable to having spend ten years in the country as a child. It is hard to say why, but Webster nails so many essential aspects of the feel of the culture that I am transported and drawn into my own memories. Unlike Duende, a spirited memoir of naivite and first love and Andalus, a scholarly and impressionistic tour de horizon of the impact of the 800 years of Moorish influence on Spain and Europe as a whole seen through the doubting eyes of a modern moor, a Morrocan illegal imigrant Webster befriends and protects, Guerra is far darker. Death, the stench of the decay of the unjustly killed, permeates this book. The writing is, however, so fine as to compell you to keep turning the pages. I found I had to know and trusted Webster's retelling to inform me of what I had so far hidden from myself. Like something horific you cannot bear to look at, the Spanish civil war is an object lesson we must all take to heart. Not least today's Spaniards. If we forget what happened there is always the danger of history repeating itself in some perverse variation or echo. Webster's revisting of this key period in 20th century political history is therefore a warning. The cameos, like Kiki the wise transformista (transexual), are all superb and I for one would buy that particular feisty and wise lady dinner at the drop of a hat. What a character. I wonder what Webster will do next. Three classic works in a row is a hard act to follow. If you have not read him, this is a good place to begin - then read the others.