Titles do a lot of work in non-fiction, and The Descent is a blunt one. It implies a trajectory rather than a snapshot, something going downwards over time, and the shelves our catalogue assigns it to point the same way: biography and memoir, history and heritage, politics and society.
That combination usually signals a book built around people rather than abstractions, where an argument about how things came apart is carried by the lives caught up in it. Just under eight hours is the length of a sustained case rather than a pamphlet, long enough to establish a period and follow it through.
Beyond the work itself, this page makes no claims about Marc Bennetts, and we would rather it stayed that way.