Recommended to me by an author/book reviewer whom I greatly respect. I am still in the corridors and winding staircases of Viennese musicologist Rudolph’s mind. If I were to liken it to music, it would be György Ligeti’s The Devil’s Staircase. Caught between vertigo and claustrophobia yet weirdly relieved at the same time. This review will be embellished once I can process this experience.