Lipstadt’s latest work is idiosyncratically organised as a series of letters between herself and two imaginary people...Both ask lots of questions about the nature of anti-semitism based on their own experiences, and Lipstadt supplies all the answers... Lipstadt’s clearly crafted answers all make complete sense (though without any novel insights)... Such encomia read like the author complimenting herself on her own perceptiveness, given that these are not real letters... Lipstadt is right that this breathed English “dinner party anti-semitism”... However, there are faults in her account, perhaps because of her (understandable) lack of familiarity with the case.
Lipstadt...brings the same approach to modern antisemitism and has, as a result, written a valuable book... Although it is short — it finishes on page 242 and there is quite a lot of white space...it still hits the mark... Lipstadt shows good judgment, always erring on the side of moderation, her attacks more deadly because they are not indiscriminate... The biggest question mark over this book, however, is not content but form... in the end I concluded that it sort of works. It makes for a very readable account and, like the author, it’s gutsy.