I’m writing my review a bit late. I didn’t finish this book, organized by chapters, each describing a character the author met while in prison for her dissident activities. I found it cold and aloof. Kanturkova never gets close enough to her subjects to reveal them. Never fully reveals her own circumstances—though there may have been political reasons for not doing so at the time of her writing. I am drawn to this book because there is a discussion festering on gender in Eastern European, and, particularly, Czech writers. Not only how they write, but how they are received by the public, and how they are promoted abroad. Perhaps the contemporary literary world is less attentive to these matters, but I think these are elements that shaped culture into the recent past. These are a few thoughts I have now, writing quickly a few minutes before work. Maybe someday I’ll return to them and give them more attention, here or somewhere else.