By CARLO GINZBURG, Translated from the Italian by RAYMOND ROSENTHAL
Daily Review
Like many readers, I enjoy keying the books I read to the season. Long hot summers just seem to call for noir novels of passion and double-cross, like those of Raymond Chandler and James M. Cain, or for cynical tales of remittance men slowly going to seed in the tropics -- one of the specialties of Somerset Maugham -- or even for the occasional ethnographic travel classic, such as A.W. Kinglake’s Eothen, Claude Levi-Strausss’s Tristes Tropiques, or Wilfred Thesiger’s Arabian Sands.