Thanks to @fsgbooks and NetGalley for the advance copy.

As luck, or literary fate, would have it, Indignity was my very first NetGalley title. And somehow, this was the perfect book to start with. Lea Ypi’s writing isn’t just intellectually sharp, it’s historically intimate, political, and radical without being dogmatic.

Following on from her memoir Free, Ypi returns to the ghosts of her family’s past, but this time through the lens of her grandmother, Leman Ypi, who appears in a 1941 honeymoon photo smiling radiantly while Europe burns. It’s a photo that shouldn’t exist. A past she’d been told was erased by communism. But as we all know, the internet, unlike regimes, doesn’t forget.

What unfolds is part detective story, part political reckoning. As Ypi combs through declassified Sigurimi archives (the files of Albania’s notorious secret police), she begins to ask not just what her grandmother did, but what it means to survive in a regime that criminalised memory, erased ideology, and coerced even love and loyalty into state surveillance.

The deeper question at the heart of this book is one I think many of us, especially from diasporic, postcolonial, or formerly occupied nations, wrestle with:
Is memory ever apolitical?

And who has the moral authority to judge the compromises made by those who lived through unlivable times?
Ypi doesn't deliver tidy answers. Instead, she stays in the ambiguity of complicity and resistance and of course, dignity and survival.
If you’re drawn to stories that complicate what we think we know about history and justice Indignity is essential reading.

Memoir meets political theory. And the questions will follow you long after the last page.