Billed as an argument of identity, in this book, Frank's explores his family history and his present day.

I've found this book incredibly heavy going; I was interested in the blurb and description of what this book promised to be however instead, I felt it is a hard-to-understand history of the author's Jewish family from centuries ago with some of the exploration of 'jewishness Vs journalism' too wordy to absorb.

There are moments in the text which are captivating - when he talks about recent journalism missions or area sof conflict he has been in, the first hand accounts are quite gripping. As is the chapter which covers his extended family during the thirties and forties - the accounts of whole families wiped out during the holocaust and how chance meetings/jobs saved some of the branches of the same family tree.

I wonder whether my limited knowledge of Judaism is one of the barriers that has stopped me from gaining much from this essay, if you have a greater working knowledge of what it entails to be a practising Jew, then perhaps this book brings relatable truths. I'm disappointed I personally found it hard to follow however I do think that a memoir of Franks' time in Journalism would be a fantasy read!