Without a solution that better
manages such reserves to reconcile the often competing needs of humanity and our fellow
inhabitants of the planet, like the tiger, even these lands set aside as natural zoos may find themselves haunted
by ghosts of species past.
Whilst ultimately a holocaust novel, Safran Foer
manages to inject plenty of humour with his characters (the «blind» grandfather driver with his seeing - eye bitch, Sammy Davis Junior, Junior; an ancestor with a blade in his head; a young Ukrainian with an ambition to be an accountant, who is saving to go to America
by eschewing nightclubs in favour of the beach), with his fantastic eighteenth century Polish - Ukrainian Jewish shtetl full of whacky
inhabitants and customs, and with the often hilarious results of generous if totally misguided use of a Thesaurus.