Esfandiari is a scholar and woman's rights activist who has dual Iranian - American citizenship. When, at the age of 67, she went to visit her mother in Iran she captured by the Iranian Intelligence service and interrogated for 9 months, 3 1/2 of them in prison in solitary confinement. This is a good quick history of Iran in the 20th and 21st century emphasizing it's relationship with the rest of the world and political crises within the country, and of her strugle to maintain her integrity during her ordeal.
She writes toward the end of the book,
I appreciate as never before the idea of government subject to the rule of law. Autocrats and dictators may bring order and stability; but in the end, not answerable to the will of the people or anyone else, they grow reckless, trampling on human freedom and individual rights, wrecking their societies and their countries.
In every talk I have given since my return, I have reminded my audience of these common truths; and I have emphasized the need for all of us to speak out against governments and rulers who consider themselves above the law, who prey on their unprotected citizens. ( )

A touching story but too much detail.

Iranian American, Haleh Esfandiari was wrongly accused of spying for America, against Iran, and imprisoned for 105 days in the notorious Evin prison. She had made America her home and raised a family there with her Jewish husband, Saleh. She had been working as a teacher and advisor, endeavouring to improve understanding between the two countries.
Haleh, aged 69, was on a routine visit to her Austrian mother, still living in Iran (her Iranian father had passed away) when she was "mugged" while travelling by taxi to the airport, both her passports were stolen but her nightmare had only just begun.
For months she was harassed by the authorities; brought in for questioning about her activities in America on a daily basis. She was unable to travel and was also abandonded by many of her friends who could no longer risk being associated with her. This culminated with her incarceration, during which she lost 20lb - 20% of her body weight, her arthritus flared up and she had extreme problems with her eyes.

I am sorry to be marking this book down to 3 stars, but a review is a personal opinion and I found this too full of detail in many respects. The Iranian politics, while relevant, could have been abreviated, the full list of peole who had helped in the fight for her release was unnecessary and it took half the book before Ms Esfandiari actually set foot inside the prison. I appreciate that this much detail suits some people - Amazon.com has many glowing reviews - but it has taken me 9 months and 13 renewal stamps in my book before I reached the end, so for me, while interesting, it was just a 3* read. ( )

i thought this was pretty good. she was good at making us understand how scary and creepy this was. she interspersed her study with a history of iran which was concise and relevant. ( )

In 2007, at 67 years of age, Haleh Esfandiari survived a nightmare experienced by so many of her fellow Iranians during the last several decades. She was arrested by the Iranian secret police on trumped up charges, interrogated endlessly, and finally placed in solitary confinement inside the infamous Evin Prison for 105 days. That she survived her ordeal, and did not suffer physical torture at the hands of her interrogators, makes her one of the lucky ones.

Esfandiari is not the typical citizen of Iran. She is, in fact, the founding director of the Middle East Program at the Woodrow Wilson Center in Washington D.C. and she has taught at Princeton University. She lives in Maryland with her Iranian husband, a Jewish George Mason University professor, whom she married in Iran in 1964. Herself the product of a mixed marriage (her father is Iranian and her mother Austrian), Esfandiari, an avowed feminist, worked for Iranian newspapers before leaving the country in 1980 for political reasons. Esfandiari's mother, however, decided to remain in Iran even after her husband's death so that, when her time came, she could be buried next to him.

On December 31, 2006, Haleh Esfandiari had just completed an extended visit to her 93-year-old mother and was being driven to the airport for her return flight to the United States. Before she could make it to the airport, her car was stopped and she was robbed of her possessions, including her passport. Despite the warnings of some of her Iranian friends that this was no ordinary mugging, Esfandiari wanted to believe that she had been targeted by robbers only because of her apparent wealth rather than for political reasons. She would soon learn how wrong she was.

Esfandiari's 105 days of imprisonment would be proceeded by four months of almost daily interrogation at the hands of investigators determined to force her to confess that she was part of a United States conspiracy to overthrow the Iranian government. Despite the mind-numbing repetitiveness of the questions (as well as that of her consistent responses) and the increasing threats of a life in prison sentence, or worse, for her refusal to cooperate, Esfandiari refused to sign a confession even after being taken to the notorious Evin Prison.

"My Prison, My Home: One Woman's Story of Captivity in Iran" is Haleh Esfandiari's account of how she maintained her sanity and physical health during her eight-month ordeal. Early on, she sensed that a system of routine and order would be instrumental in fighting off the despair and confusion she could so easily fall into during her confinement. Because during the early weeks of her imprisonment she was allowed no reading material other than the Koran, Esfandiari used physical exercise as both an escape and a means of setting goals for herself. She knew she had to be as mentally tough as her interrogators if she was to survive what they had planned for her.

The most unexpected aspect of "My Prison, My Home" is the relationship that developed between Esfandiari and some of those holding her, especially the female guards in control of her daily routine. A surprising number of these women came to sympathize with Esfandiari and to develop a personal relationship with her. Esfandiari, on her part, would take such an interest in their lives that she became a grandmother-like figure to some of the young women. Even her interrogators and the prison doctor sometimes displayed what seemed to be genuine concern for her mental and physical health while they continued to pressure her for a confession.

Despite the tremendous emotional and physical ordeal Haleh Esfandiari suffered at the hands of her countrymen, her prose is, at times, flat and rather unemotional, almost as if she cannot allow herself to feel again the pain and despair of those days. Perhaps, too, her tone is such because something inside her has died and she knows that she will never again see her beloved Iran as she saw it before her imprisonment. Much more than her passport and possessions were stolen from her on December 31, 2006.

Rated at: 4.0 ( )