This book is an example of the fact that, just because something horrible has happened to you, doesn't mean you're capable of writing a good book.
I'm sorry. That was harsh. I suppose its partly my fault that I didn't enjoy this book, that I felt emotionally numb. I don't know anything about Iran in the 70s. I picked this book up accidentally, and realized i don't know Iranian history. I wanted to learn. Instead, in this book, the author just dives in.
It was far too long. I skimmed over some parts eventually because I realized I didn't care. Sure, I almost puked once (everyone who's read the book can probably guess which part that was) but I didn't feel. I'm extremely sensitive, I cry at literally everything. If someone's in pain in a book, I'm probably crying. Yet here, horrible things were happening and I was just numb. I didn't feel because it took me 100 pages just to understand what the hell was going on (on page 98 I think, I had the aha moment of he's the communist, not part of those who are against it) and by then I just wanted to finish this book.
Its my fault too because I'm currently reading 6 other books so this book wasn't getting all of my attention. Still, I can't give this book a high rating because I can't change the way i felt during reading this ("oh god, 50 more pages, let it end").
It's an incredible story and he is definitely extremely brave. I can't imagine going through all of that. The writing, when it wasn't too textual, wasn't bad. If you know stuff about Iranian history and feel like keeping track of dozens of characters with no distinctive traits, I'd recommend you give this a try. Or if you want to hear a horrible yet powerful story, under piles of irrelevant information.
I'm really sorry. I wish I could be nicer about this book but I really can't without lying.