I am not sure what to make of this book, as it was all a little disjointed and in the air. I suppose that is the feeling that readers are meant to be given as that is what the protagonist has had to live with, having gotten information on his family in bits and pieces and never really knowing what the reality is. Is reality an absolute or is it subjective and personal? The novel is an interesting piece of work commenting on the legacies of war as well as secrecy within a family - how damaging both are and how it self-perpetuates. When the narrator was not having an amusing aside, the tenderness in his tone came through which symbolised the love-hate relationship he had with his father. Not an easy read, but has valuable insights and comments.