‘Janet Wolff ’s book is formed out of ten essays rather than chapters. Each has its own beautiful shape leading the reader from its opening gambit through a wandering exploration of unexpected elements associationally rather than logically linked to an often unexpectedly elegant reconnection with the starting point.’Griselda Pollock, University of Leeds, New Formations‘Ultimately, this is “a story about exile, travel and belonging” penned by a self-styled “third-generation alien”, both troubled by and proud of that status.’Monica Bohm-Duchen, Jewish Renaissance.org.uk, October 2017‘[Janet Wollf’s] memoir is formatted in the manner of a textbook/scrapbook; she guides her reader through a series of seemingly incongruous documents, paintings and diary extracts in the manner of a scholarly aunt turning the pages over your shoulder (possibly over a large lunch). Despite the thorniness of issues like memorialisation and racial identity, there is a certain languor in Wolff’s movement from topic to topic. And for all its obliqueness, it is Wolff’s warm tone that unifies the sometimes spuriously related stories, and makes the memoir so engaging.’Clara Collingwood, Jewish Quarterly
