I had been so excited to read this book (the topic! Siberia! Biking! These are things I like a lot!). Unfortunately, it didn't live up to my expectations at all, though I found myself liking it slightly more toward the end.
I was quickly turned off by the author. Fairly early on in the book he described the nipples of a early teen girl he was riding with and makes the end of the chapter a thinly veiled metaphor of sex. Blech, nasty and even if it hadn't been a bit pedophilic, overdone. This sense of being bombarded with things I didn't care to read continued. Jenkins spends a lot of time complaining about the Soviets without doing thoughtful analysis of why things might be the way they are, why people might be the way they are. I had at least expected some descriptions of the landscapes he was cycling through but for the most part they weren't evocative. He spent a lot of time describing the feeling of cycling, which I understand but don't need to read entire chapters on.
Toward the end of the book, Jenkins starts telling the stories of people he meets, which becomes more interesting. He also seemed to start enjoying the trip more, as the cycling group began staying in people's homes. However, his conveyance of the region is extremely black and white. There are Russians and Soviets. There are people he likes (who are outwardly against the Soviet regime) and there are the "rumplesuits." This binary ignores the complexity of society and history, and what Svetlana Alexievich calls "the small executioner" (for a million people to be put in the gulag, it takes a million informers, and it takes another million to guard the prisons). So many people were complicit - sometimes willingly, sometimes helplessly - in the regime, and many of these same people were simultaneously victims. I find Jenkins' attitude too simplistic and too dismissive, especially when he complains about certain specific people who he in fact hardly knows.
So, a grand adventure that was told not so grandly. At least it was a quick read and not a boring one.