It would be wrong to expect enjoyment from this book. It is not supposed to offer us, the readers, pleasure. For that we should look elsewhere. This book is an indictment and an explanation. It shows and tells who did what and why. How can people who were once neighbours and close friends butcher each other with gay abandon? Ms Giovanni does not know and says she is not qualified to say. Instead she lets the people, the guilty and the innocent, tell all. Some journalists glory in themselves, as if they were the most important people. Not Mrs Giovanni. Modest and shy she is almost invisible, a glass through who we see the Balkans. She never intrudes as a witness. This is reporting of the first rank. It would have been easy for her, a young and beautiful woman, to write herself into the story. She resists this temptation. She should write another and more personal book, explaining how she felt to watch such horrors.