Mind you, those parts are are often very good: interesting, moving, well written. I’m not sure that the whole is more than the sum of the parts. Vikram Seth, the renowned author, Shantum, her second son, is a peace activist and Buddhist teacher, and her daughter, Aradhana, is an acclaimed documentary filmmaker. In fact, considering they were married for several decades, there’s an odd feeling that their lives as told in this book don’t overlap that much. wife and an affectionate mother thus equally balancing her both ends. So Shanti’s story is based on direct interviews as an old man, while hers is pieced together from old letters, and they don’t quite mesh, somehow. He started writing it after the death of Henny, intending really to write a book just about his uncle but found a stash of letters, mainly between Henny and her German friends after the war. Not because it’s badly written or not worth reading, but because it seems to lack focus somewhat. I still slightly wonder whether it would have been published if it wasn’t written by a famous novelist, though. Seth writes well, of course, and I found it an engaging enough book. I’m reluctant to give too many details because I think he intentionally reveals them slowly. In one way of another their lives and those of their friends touch on many of the key historical moments of the C20th, but most centrally the war and the Holocaust. Henny Caro was one of the daughters of the house and at the time was engaged to someone else but after the war they eventually got married and lived together in London. They met in the 30s in Berlin when Shanti Seth was studying dentistry and took lodgings with the (Jewish) Caro family. Two Lives is a biography of Seth’s great-uncle and aunt.