I was intrigued by this book as the author’s family history told in it is very similar to that of my husband’s family. I spotted the book a few days after returning from Austria where I’d spent a few days in beautiful Vienna and in my father-in-law’s rural home town.
The family history is certainly interesting (as well as familiar to me). Jonathan Dean primarily elaborates it based on his grandfather’s wartime (1939-45) diary and his great-grandfather’s brief memoirs, reflecting on his flight from Galicia in 1913, war service in the Great War, detention in Theresienstadt and post-war return to Vienna. Dean uses this to reflect on the plight of immigrants today and, essentially, to reflect (understandably wearily) on how little has changed, as right-wing parties and policies rise again across Europe. Indeed, as I write this I’m listening to a Radio 4 documentary about that very topic.
Unfortunately I found the text too clunky and repetitive. It’s partly a question of personal taste - I just don’t really like his writing style. It would have benefited from a better edit to comb out the repetitions and prune some of the occasionally jarring turns of phrase. That said, it’s genuinely an interesting, accessible and personal book.