Buruma doesn’t judge his grandparents. Instead, drawing from their letters, he has given us a wholly understanding, moving account of what it meant to be Jewish and English in one of the most troubled times of the last century.
Buruma ends his book with a visit to the modest graves of Win, Bernard and John Schlesinger in the United Synagogue Cemetery in Willesden, now an ethnically diverse area of northwest London. He does not expect the reader of their letters to love Bernard and Win, as he did, but he hopes to have honored their memories. Perhaps he has.