Djilas was a figure of some note amongst my circle in high school. I hadn't read him yet, but some of my older friends had, particularly his The New Class. We were all socialists of one sort or another back then, the common character of our convictions being a concern for the vast separation between the very poor and the very rich, both in terms of persons and peoples. Djilas, a communist critical of most existing states led by ostensibly communist organizations, appeared to share our concerns; had had an heroic past including intimate association with the best, and the worst, of revolutionary socialist movements and establishments and served as one of several guiding lights in our own efforts.
As is often the case, the seeds planted in high school led, many years later, to an active pursuit of more information about this man and about the Yugoslav revolution he had served. I read many books about Yugoslavia, biographies of Tito and Djilas himself as well as several of Djilas' autobiographical accounts including this. As is often the case, the seeds of the past came to fruition too late for the harvest--Yugoslavia and its promise having been utterly destroyed.
I passed this, and several other similar books on to refugee friends from the former Yugoslavia upon completion.