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This book promises so much and delivers so very little. Her lack of knowledge of Hungary is evident on every page. She is so self centered and proud of her French literature professorship at Harvard (look, everyone, I'm a professor at Harvard) that she forgot to look at Hungary. Budapest diary? Not really. She spent time with academics in Budapest, but never spent time in Budapest. She could have learned this much about Budapest if she had emailed these people from Harvard Yard. Her diary has a lot about her feelings toward her abusive adulterous father and disturbed mother which could have been interesting had she actually given us any insight instead of whining and lying to herself and to us.