This is the first real biographical book that I've read. Every other biography has been a novelization of a life, but this is a pure investigation.
Though I love the irony in the fact the very same authors admit the own Solzhenitsyn's disgust with the creation of his own biography «while he was still alive», to me, as a member of the generation born and raised in a world with no Cold War and no Soviet Union, this is a window to a past I will never know.
Saddens me how some of the most crucial facts of the dictatorship back then is very well alive today...not necessarily in the same country. But it puts me into perspective. I did not finished this book with the sensation that I comprehend Solzhenitsyn's work and the artist himself more (an impossible accomplishment, given the fact he died three decades after this uncompleted biography was written); but of understanding yesterday's world in a different light to what I can usually get from other works of non-fiction and history books given to me, and, in said process, see the remains of it in the today.