A Month in Siena by Hisham Matar

Libyan born Author Matar has a fascination with the art and artists of 14th, 15th, and 16th Century Siena, Italy. He craves seeing these paintings...visits every museum's galleries to study This art period. Along the way we learn a bit about Libya, the repressive politics, military government. It is art history--so know before you start to read it. NO plot.

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