Close your eyes and picture a garden in 1970s Tehran. The air smells of jasmine and dust. The light catches the intricate blue tiles of a mosque, and the sound of Farsi poetry mingles with the clinking of tea glasses. This is the first world we enter in the Hassan Nemazee book. It is a world of vivid color and deep texture, a tapestry of history that feels almost mythical in its richness. We...