I enjoyed this very much - it is witty, perceptive, and also an interesting perspective on a period and social background which hasn't (yet) perhaps had so much written about it. It's a memoir of the author's youth up to the point of graduation, although it isn't always strictly chronological, and it covers the period 1946-1968 and mostly in suburban North London. Michael Rosen's parents were Jewish but not practising religious although he has a few brief encounters with Hebrew classes and a big Jewish family wedding - no Bar Mitzvah though! What a stimulating and interesting lot of activities he did outside school, including long summer holidays camping or in other arranged group visits, often abroad, and taking part in protests from an early age, including insisting on joining the big Aldermaston march in 1960 when only 13. (How I laughed at the description of a girl also on the march, who is not named personally but I think is someone I knew some years later. I would love to know whether she knows!)
I am a younger than Michael Rosen but a lot of what he says about his educational experiences struck a chord with me - in his case he experienced more than one school and contrasts them, but there is a lot about the system which had not changed much when I went through it around 15 years later. By a slightly circuitous route he ended up at Oxford reading English, and his account of his brushes with Dame Helen Gardner, particularly his viva, is eyebrow-raising to say the least! Helen Gardner was at my own college, where she was and is still held in high esteem, but this is not the first time I have heard or read less than admiring comments, which perhaps will come to light elsewhere too (she died in 1986, so people maybe feel safe to comment now).
The postscript is in the form of a letter to his now dead father, telling him about the family members whose fate (death at Auschwitz) he managed to uncover eventually through research. They were so close to possible escape, and nobody in the family knew what had happened to them - they were in France before the war, and not there afterwards, was the extent of knowledge of them.
A splendid evocation of 1950s/1960s life and society.