I stopped reading this about 20% in as it wasn’t really what I was looking for. I read a review elsewhere that seemed to suggest it was a history book. It isn’t quite that, it is more about the author’s efforts to find out about his family history during the holocaust (or at least the bit I read was).
I always feel weirdly guilty not admiring a book on such a serious subject but I found it dull. I don’t find the suffering of the holocaust dull! But the style of the book about how he traced the details of his relative’s movements and what the details of their living arrangements before and during World War II were just weren’t the style of history I respond to. I prefer more conventional history writing that focuses on the people and events rather than on the process of uncovering that history.
Might suit someone as interested in the process of uncovering history as in the history itself.
Not for me.