To keep myself interested, I played a game with the many people whose paths crossed Mr. Ross's: in the game, out of the game, or dead?
I am shocked that Mohammed Dahlan is still alive and that Walid al-Muallem has avoided the ax as his country has basically blown up. He's certainly doing better than Ryan Crocker these days. Sort of. Run-ins with the law aside, Crocker's place of residence, last I checked, is not in mortal peril. I see this Jonathan Pollard business is still going on. Good luck with that, Secretary Kerry.
I also read this book in fits and starts, often between library books, because otherwise it would all blur together and give me indigestion.
The second star is to acknowledge the book's importance; otherwise I'd leave it at 1. I can't recommend this book. I'd like to, because it has all the makings of a Vital Firsthand Resource, but it's so utterly depressing and generally dry that I couldn't finish it. The sheer recalcitrance of these people is just appalling. (Bibi, Assad the Elder and Arafat, in particular, come off poorly) Practically nothing gets done. Well, something must have, because there's certainly been some sort of progress between when I gave up reading and when I started editing Middle East stories -- but you'd never know, reading about so many failed/useless meetings, drafts, resolutions and godknowswhats, not to mention the incredibly shitty hand this job dealt to Ross's family.
I leave you with a retiring colleague's parting statement, which this book pretty much validated. "There has been one constant over the the last 37 years and as I pass the baton to all my successors, let me say this: the Israeli peace talks will always be with us."