Adamczak's book is a kind of backwards assessment of the worst wrong turns of the russian revolution in the early 20th century. instead of simply asking "where the russian revolution went wrong" and then suggesting more democratic alternatives, the book asks what memory and responsibility we (i.e. communists) need to have to and for these wrong turns, what responsibility for the conditions that made them possible, and what memory of the communist victims of communism. it refuses to take a stance of moral purity or transcendence, or to suggest that there is some way of easily dismembering marx from his heirs. the book is beautifully, frustratingly written in a sort of post-derridian aphoristic and questioning manner, while explicitly refusing that kind of derridianism that loves its aporias. it's all of those things and more, it's much more than what i expected. that said, it's also (you might guess) a book that ends with kronstadt.