Covering his childhood and student years, David Daiches recalls a unique period between the two world wars. There was something special about the Scottish-Jewish interchange in those years. Daiches was one of the sons of Edinburgh's Chief Rabbi. In their home, a quiet dark hub of foreign faith, memories of light and fesitivity predominate. Illustrious visitors from every corner of the globe would call on the distinguished Rabbi and the sons of the house would argue cheerfully with these itinerant scholars and diplomats. School was Scottish Presbyterian, with its characteristic smells of wood, chalk, ink and schoolbag leather. Daiches did not play games, sing hymns, wear the ubiquitous school shorts or socialize after school, yet not only did he survive these tribulations, he excelled. The book includes the author's memoirs of his father, Promised Lands. It is a meditation on religious tolerance, and his father's vision of a society that could respect and synthesize cultural difference is of relevance to modern Scotland.