The author, Felix Rosenthal, was a family friend. He had an incredible life, like something out of "The Third Man":
Born on January 12, 1917 in Munich, Felix emigrated from Germany in 1933, shortly after Hitler came to power, and settled with part of his family in his mother's native Florence; after obtaining his Italian high-school degree ("licenza liceale") he went on to study engineering at the Istituto Politecnico in Milan, but when the Fascists' anti-semitic laws of 1938 prohibited Jews from enrolling in public schools and universities, he settled in Paris, again with part of his family. At the outbreak of WWII in September 1939, Felix was in Switzerland and a return to France was impossible; in 1940 he emigrated to Chile before finally settling in Berkeley to join his brother Bernard in 1941, and enrolling in the engineering school of the University of California. From 1943 to 1946 he served in the US Army and became one of "The Ritchie Boys" - GIs of German origin who spoke German natively and were trained in Military Intelligence at Camp Ritchie, Maryland. He was discharged with the rank of Master Sergeant and returned to the University of California to study architecture; after having obtained his MA he became assistant to Eric Mendelsohn, the renowned architect who had recently joined Berkeley's Architecture Department.
https://www.legacy.com/us/obituaries/legacyremembers/felix-r...
We had the original book when I was a kid. My wife gave me a copy (off of AbeBooks or somewhere) a few years ago and I was a bit overcome with emotion at seeing it again.