I don't know about your family tree, but mine is pretty nondescript. Somewhere back there is a Dutch sea captain who lost his job because he was drunk one too many times. Other than that, there's no excitement--your average American collection of carpenters, farmers, teachers, and homemakers.
In contrast, Mary-Kay Wilmers's family tree contains poison fruit among the many branches dripping gold and wealth. And within those strangely twisted branches lie some of the most interesting secrets of the Cold War and the Stalinist nightmare that preceded it.
Wilmers, the editor of the London Review of Books, is descended from wealthy European Jews, with all the baggage that implies. The endpapers to the book are a panoramic view of her mother's first wedding in Vienna--a beautifully baroque ballroom and dozens of relatives in all their pride and finery. Not all that long after this fascinating photo was taken, these people would be scattered all over the globe, the lucky ones getting out with at least some of their money and belongings, the unlucky ones...who knows?
In 1988, an article that appeared in the New York Times mentioned one of Wilmers's relatives, Leonid Eitingon, as being involved in the assassination of Leon Trotsky. It also mentioned another of her relatives, Max Eitingon, a pet disciple of Sigmund Freud and major player in early psychology, and said that this cultured and intelligent man--who was instrumental in the establishment of psychology as a legitimate discipline--was an agent working for Leonid. Then there was the relative everyone knew and adored--Monty, a furrier who settled in New York City, and whose contacts with the Russian fur trade over the years might or might not have included a little espionage for the Soviets. The FBI interviewed him many times.
Wilmers decided to undertake the staggering amount of research that would be needed to unravel the secrets of all these relatives, to determine to what extent Leonid was "Stalin's man" and whether Uncle Max was Leonid's man. And just what Monty was up to in his relationships with the Soviets and their enormous supply of sables. As she makes her way through KGB and FBI files and face-to-face interviews, we go along with her on what is, essentially, a history of the 20th century: Freud, Stalin, Soviet espionage activities (including the Trotsky assassination), the gulags, World War II, the development of the atomic bomb (the Rosenbergs make an appearance), and the Cold War. It's an absolutely fascinating view of the major conflicts of the 20th century from a rare perspective.
Wilmers is a superb writer. I'm one of those readers whose brain freezes when a narrative goes into genealogical mode--My mother's second cousin on her father's side married my grandfather's second wife's son, etc., etc. I can't follow this kind of thing at all. And there is, of necessity, some of that in this book. But instead of agonizing over it, I just skimmed through those parts and lost nothing of the narrative.
This book will never be a best-seller. And it's definitely not for everyone. But for anyone interested in an erudite, well-researched, and detailed look at the 20th century from inside the machinery of Stalin's Soviet Union, it is more than satisfying. It is fascinating.