Super essay by Czeslaw Milosz in the introduction here, but overall I enjoyed Koudelka's Exiles less than his earlier, earthier, work on the Gypsies in Slovakia. Exiles seems a little too arty at times. The earlier Gypsies is also experimental and revolutionary in its own way, but seems more natural and engaged, less interested in making a statement about art than a statement about people.
Whereas the young Koudelka personally got to know the Romani, visiting them in their forced settlements over the course of several years, his work in Exiles seems more distant. Undoubtedly, this is a mark of Koudelka's own experience after he fled Prague in the wake of the 1968 Revolution and wandered over Western Europe. For all that, it struck me less, and while technically more accomplished, conceptually seems more scattered and less compelling than Gypsies. His photos of the Romani were rich because they grew out of extended observation of one group of people.
Fortunately, neither of these books is dry photojournalism or blasé news reportage. Koudelka's universal reach beyond the surface of things toward the soul underneath is masterful, but I was more drawn into his smaller project in Gypsies.