Erika Dreifus

I am nearly fifty years old, and for American Jews of my generation, my grandpa’s story is both an ordinary one—for it was mirrored in the experiences of grandparents of many of American Jews who grew up in the safety of ’60s and ’70s America—and an extraordinary one, because it described a lost world that took on mythic proportions in my imagination, of a life filled with danger and split-second decisions that could mean living or dying.

Source: Howard Lovy, “I Will Not Join in the Snooty Trashing of Self-Published Books; Here’s Why” (Foreword Reviews blog)