Written and published only eleven years after the end of WW2, I was a teenager when I first read this excellent novel by Philip Gibbs and it left an indelible impression upon me. Horrified at the depths of degradation to which human beings could descend, I was, like most people born at the outbreak of WW2 soon to learn that this was but one example of "resistance" to oppression in all it's "racial', "political" and "religious" forms. Sixty-five years on, I still rate highly, this well written book about the rising of the Jewish Ghetto in Warsaw, Poland. ( )