I've been a big fan of Ackroyd's, and for some while, but this feels thin, sort of rushed and - I know - all surface. If it had someone else's name on the spine I maybe wouldn't have noticed the shortcomings so much, or at least not thought about them a great deal, but this author's byline raises expectations and this time they've been dashed. Almost everything in this book I've read before, somewhere else, and often in greater depth. The writing's good, no question, but the content feels decidedly shopworn.