Gripping and awful (in the real meaning of the word), this book has a sub-title: "A true story of human endurance." One would therefore expect the "usual" P.O.W. description of life in the Nazi concentration camps so it's a bit of surprise that more than the first half of the book details a rather idyllic incarceration in Romainville outside Paris. The second half though is as dark as the recesses of Hell and the story of Faramus's battle to return to health after the war is equally as harrowing. His memory must have been exemplary because the detail (including dialogue) reads like a novel which is not to discount its accuracy at all. Like many books of its kind, it does leave one gasping at the inhumanity of the whole scene but that shouldn't stop you from letting the author carry you vicariously through his experiences. The book is copyrighted the year Faramus died.