First published 2012 by Penguin Group (Australia)
This was one of those books that made my own troubles pale into insignificance.
I like the fact that Robin de Crespigny has given the story to this man, Ali Al Jenabi – it does not make up for all those things that have been taken from him, but it’s something. She lets him tell the tale as if it were he doing the writing, and it makes for a very strong narrative that grabs you immediately. I am also amazed at the memory this man has, the detail of every little thing that went wrong all stored away without the use of a journal. On the other hand it is probably the use of journals and diaries that makes our memories lazier.