The American writer Eleanor Clark, upon moving to Rome in the late 1940s, found herself swamped by the city’s “mess and the blazing sun, the incongruities, the too-muchness of everything.” That’s a pretty fair analogy for how one feels reading Chasing the Sun: it’s fascinating, but the “too-muchness” of the experience gradually overwhelms. From Tales of sun and Pluto run hot and cold, a November 28 column in the Boston Globe.