The Guns of August, by Barbara Tuchman. Nonfiction, and a re-read, but four decades and more gone between reads. The paperback edition I have was printed in 1965 and the binding is falling apart as I read. I took it up because of a discussion I had the other night with my 24-year-old son, who is an avid autodidact, and had come across another book in which were listed the 1000 things literate Americans should know about. He's checklisiing them.
But in the A's on the alphabetical list was Archduke Franz Ferdinand I, about whom he told me he knew absolutely nothing. So, I gave him the 75-cent lecture about the assassination in Sarajevo that is blamed for starting WWI. Which led me directly to suggest that he read Tuchman's book, which then quickly led me to consider re-reading it myself.
It's a masterpiece and a classic, a breakthrough history that turned into a major bestseller back in the early 1960s. Barbara Tuchman was an "amateur" historian, in the sense that she didn't have an academic position. But she was a voracious researcher and magnificent writer, with a knack for finding the key elements of a story and making those both accessible and vivid for the reader. As an example, most other histories of WWI are likely to start with the Sarajevo event. Tuchman, instead, writes an amazing first chapter describing the funeral of King Edward VI of England in 1910, and the attendant pomp and circumstance of the gathering of interrelated, interdependent and interscheming European royalty who attended. Her point, clearly established, is that this event was the Last Hurrah of the 19th Century, and the War to End War was already pending, even if the shooting didn't start for another four years. This chapter alone is an essay worth reading.
I've subsequently read several other of Tuchman's fine books, including The March of Folly and A Distant Mirror. Never been disappointed. A truly fine writer.
caw