This is a very personal journey by Messer that expertly weaves the broader context of the Jewish diaspora against the Nazi-ism of the 1930s-40s, in particular, to the ongoing Israelis/Palestinian complexity, all the way down to the intimate impacts at the refugee and family level. It draws a hard line of caution under 'what we hear' compared to 'what we irrefutably know' and the chasm that can lie between the two, on occasions.
Jane sets out to irrefutably know her Grandmother. It is a marathon of research and subtle diplomacy. It is a testament to the palpable tenacity the author has committed to the unravelling of certain family lore that allows the book to bubble along. What I think is well-learned in reading the book is that this gap between fact and the 'fuzziness' of the stories that pass down through generations, can harbour untold sadness; in what is falsely believed, the weight of what is carried, misplaced hope, regret and longing. Especially longing: that life long wish that something were other than the way it is perceived and felt, which is underlying theme here, especially where Messer's father is concerned. And it is a deeply affecting one at that.
I enjoyed the book very much. 4.5 stars!