D says that a name always fits in the end, that a name is like a leather shoe that forms itself to the foot.

But in my mind, it's the other way around: a person grows into his name.

Marjolijn van Heemstra has heard about her great-uncle's heroism for as long as she can remember. As a resistance fighter, he was the mastermind of a bombing operation that killed a Dutch man who collaborated with the Nazis, and later became a hero to everyone in the family.

So, when Marjolijn's grandmother bestows her with her great-uncle's signet ring requesting that she name her future son after him, Marjolijn can't say no. Now pregnant with her firstborn, she embarks on a quest to uncover the true story behind the myth of her late relative. Chasing leads from friends and family, and doing her own local research, Marolijn realizes that the audacious story she always heard is not as clear-cut as it was made out to be. As her belly grows, her doubts grow, too--was her uncle a hero or a criminal?

Vivid, hypnotic, and profoundly moving, In Search of a Name explores war and its aftermath and how the stories we tell and the stories we are told always seem to exist somewhere between truth and fiction.