Tuchman's still a genius. This is four hundred pages of detailed exegesis of the first month of WWI, complete with snark, personlity profiles, and a healthy dose of mid-twentieth-century cultural baggage. It includes sentences like, "This was not necessarily a deliberate attempt to be offensive; it was normal for General Staff officers to be offensive."
It's a brilliant book, and it proves to me again that I find military history right up there with watching paint dry.
I did get lots of ideas for miserable things to do to cavalry, though.