This is a reprint of a 1936 work, so the vocabulary (and racism!) will be hard to accept. Negresses? Laundress? Portress? The author was more interested in old stones than I am. I got so tired of reading about a ruined gate or a half-toppled wall that some tourist had seen decades earlier, but which no longer stands.
But just as I was getting bored, we hit a section on eunuchs, and I was grossed out by the details of how to make one and what all he can and cannot do that I almost begged for a return to long descriptions of crumbled towers. Eventually, we get to the power intrigues of the higher-ranking women and the murders they command in order to get their sons on the throne, which I found really interesting. In fact, I hoped for more.
I kept awaiting more detailed accounts of The Hall of Circumcision. And a room referred to as The Room Where They Murdered the Rival Princes. And apparently, someone at the royal court had the job title of The Keeper of the Sherbets, a job I might have liked to have had, except I would probably have been tortured to death for handing the Sultan the wrong flavor.
The reading of this book was made even more difficult because there are a couple of pages where the final letter of each line is omitted, so you have to guess what word was intended.
There are a lot of cheap black-and-white pictures. I think this book would appeal more to architects and archeologists. I can't recommend it to the casual reader.