Why am I reading this book?
Victor Hugo writes in a style like Neal Stephenson’s - always a new side note that in some way pertains to the larger story.
Our protagonist just ate a meal whose main dish was soup (“made with water, oil, bread, and salt”), some six months after Napoleon left Elba. There was a notable conversation with a man who had been part of the Convention during the Reign of Terror. IDEK, this book.