This is an alternative history - one recounted from the perspectives of those who have lost loved ones killed in the conflict. The dead include, as well as the numerous civilians, paramilitaries from both sides and members of the security forces and British army. This book tells the story of their deaths and also the loss, the heartbreak and the suffering of their family and friends. Later in the book the author recounts the myriad long-term responses to grief and loss on the part of the victims, how they remember and commemorate, and face (or don't face) the killers of their loved ones. There are many stories of breakdowns, heart attacks and suicides together with valiant struggles to cope with loss, and many tales of bitterness overcome by humanity.
All the stories are told with an elegant simplicity and a deep empathy for the plight of those suffering that sublimely transcends sectarian and other barriers and divides. And the stark realities portrayed provide a massive unspoken commentary on issues of justice. Sometimes the author is quite Hemingwayesque (the young, inspired 'In Our Time' Hemingway that is) in this respect. For example, with regard to a young, pregnant woman, mother of a 2-year-old whose husband has just been killed by loyalist paramilitaries: "when it came to the compensation hearing, Rosaleen had got very little. The judge told her she was a young attractive woman and he was sure she would marry again."
The author confronts issues of justice more directly in the second part of the book, documenting the search for truth of many victims and others working on their behalf in the face of obstruction, deception and cover-ups (on the part of all sides) and a lot of political posturing (again on the part of all sides). No organisation escapes the light of clarity of this book, whether British, loyalist or republican. In this book the truth of the dictum "Truth recovery exposes the myth of blamenessness" is clearly evident. Rather, in this history the empty rhetoric of the warmongers forms part of a shadowy backdrop against which the fragility of the human body and mind stand out in relief, and centre stage belongs to the nobility of human suffering and the beauty of humanity displayed by ordinary women and men.