This is perhaps my favourite of Sebald's books. 'Haunting' is overused to describe him but there is no other word to describe the way it has dogged my mind for years, in part for personal reasons; his life & mine have rhymed & overlapped in too many ways to set down here but also, more universally, there is the note of ambiguity, doubt, tentativeness which characterises these strange 'biographies' which encompass the tragedies of European history in the C20 which S barely survived. It is this High European tone also which I find so bracing, right now, in Little England with its vulgarity, its opinions untethered to reason or sensibility...