This is a strange little book about the modern malady that is stalking. As you would expect of an academic, Dart's approach is analytical, with a strong literary slant (chapters concerned with Dante and Stendhal, for instance). In fact, given that he is a scholar of William Hazlitt, there's an unsettling parallel with Hazlitt's Liber Amoris. The scholarly parts of the book are well written, but when it comes to writing about himself Dart is a bit arch and starchy, as if he feels uncomfortable in his own skin. Furthermore, it's not entirely clear - as another reviewer has already observed - that Dart was in fact stalked. If we review the way he behaved towards the woman whom he thinks of as his stalker, it looks as if he has to take his share of the blame. In general, the way he talks about his emotions and his social life suggests he is distinctly self-satisfied, and his attempts at self-critique don't always ring true. In other words, this is an interesting, provoking book on an important subject, but it feels in the end inadequate, partly because Dart's approach to the subject is self-consciously intellectual, partly because he tends to bristle with indignation, and partly because the entire premiss of the book seems artificial - there's no obsessive passion here, and not a lot of stalking or being stalking for that matter. Worth reading (another enjoyable and inexpensive title from the impressive Short Books imprint), but a book which will probably arouse scepticism more than anything else.