Good god, this is a big book. I'm not usually one to shy away from a weighty tome but if you're going to write a book that's 740 pages long, you'd better make sure it's riveting, and this wasn't. Arthur Miller was a highly accomplished playwright and an outstanding craftsman of the English language, but this book takes so long to wade through a comparatively short period in his life that I found myself losing interest. Basically, he grew up rich, his family lost their money, he went to college, got married, wrote lots of very good plays, appeared before the House of Un-American Activities, got divorced, married Marilyn Monroe, divorced her, got married again, and died. The book tells the same tales over and over again. The first time I read about Miller's anguish at being pushed to name people he suspected were Communists, I thought it was a fascinating story. The tenth time the author told me about it, it was less riveting. I think I will go and see some Arthur Miller plays instead.