A review by nigelbrown
The Song of Names by Norman Lebrecht

3.0

I have to be honest, I haven't met too many jews. The few I have met, however, have all been extremely charming, a trait completely absent from any of the characters in this verbose novel. Considering the variety and quantity of words used in this book I struggle to understand how Lebrecht has no comprehension of the meaning of the word empathy.
The story, I feel, is interesting enough, well told, if not a little misleadingly described on the cover, so the only thing I can say is , that at least I did want to finish it .
One final thing, he might not be a curmudgeon but he is a snob