I read this because I'm very interested in Ajami as an influential figure in U.S. foreign policy circles. It appears to be the first half or so of a larger memoir about his life, family, and origins. Ajami thoroughly embraced a new American identity when he moved here, and he seems to have few warm feelings for his home culture in Lebanon. He emphasizes the stark break btw generations as Lebanon rapidly modernized in the mid-20th century; it seemed like his mother could barely understand the life he eventually led, nor city life in general. Ajami was from a pretty humble background, and he does a good job conveying daily and family life in small-town Lebanon as well as Beirut. He has a harrowing account of receiving a painful circumcision at 13. He shows his disdain for Arab nationalism in his remembrances as a shallow, overheated, somewhat amoral belief system, although he admits he was also caught up in the Nasser-ite fever of that era. He has a great section on learning English through American moves, which (along with US consumer goods) was his first introduction to the United States.
It is a little hard to tell from the preface and acknowledgments, but I think Ajami intended this to be a longer book. It ends rather abruptly, and one of my complaints is that there isn't much about his life in it; about the first third is before his birth entirely. Ajami had a poetic sensibility which shows in his writing, making it both beautiful but often a little vague. I find him to be an elusive and complex character, very humanistic but also possibly given to dreamy detachment from the world. This memoir is a helpful step in (maybe) writing a book about him later, but I wouldn't say it is a brilliant memoir in its own right.