The second Beirut hostage memoir I’ve read, which begins roughly when Jerry Levin escapes his captors. If Levin’s captivity was marked by radical deprivation, Jenco’s treatment is, by contrast, three-star service. His bondage in a kitchen enables him to sneak a few potatoes and pee in the sink; later, he is moved in with three other fellow hostages and they establish a relatively tolerable community, bound as they are to radiators and beds. Jenco’s memoir is bookended with some reflections on Camus’s “The Plague” and punctuated with theological and scriptural meditations. Jenco prays the rosary with his chains and then a Muslim prayer bead. At first, he is physically and psychically manhandled, but by the end of his 18 months, his captors end up giving them cake and ‘celebrating’ Easter. If Levin’s memoir’s emergent theme is the failure of government and media, Jenco’s is the failure of the Church. Most importantly, this memoir treats theological and practical questions of forgiveness.