I've been reading a few heavyweight books recently on the Gulags and the Soviet Union, so this offered a new angle in so far as it was not specifically historical, rather it was a modern day trek along a wretched road which had been well trodden and traversed by millions of the 20th Century's most harshly damned lives.
It moves along briskly, and the many different towns and people all came and went without making any great impression on me. Yes, the residents occasionally had something to either tell (or not tell, as was often the case) but I would have liked more of a friendly approach (Bill Bryson or Michael Palin do this well) in terms of not only getting these people to talk, but also in conjuring up their lives and their part of the world in my mind. Instead, one grey place quickly became the next, as did the grey people. I don't think it was helped by the author being brusque and defensive with them, and his being unable to speak Russian didn't help matters at all.
This is a real journey, so I would have liked to have seen some photographs taken by the author on his long trek. I would have felt far more connected that way, because there's only so much literary description you can give to such a continually grim environment. Pictures would have made a huge difference, especially at the end when he reaches an orphanage in the middle of nowhere. That is a place which would leave its mark on any reader, and some imagery would have been very helpful.
A few maps would have been welcome as well, because I would have liked a grasp of where he was as the pages flicked by. One Russian name and grim fact is much like the previous one, or the next one, or the one after that... and so on, therefore photos and maps would have made the biggest difference to this entire book. It wasn't for lack of space, because not only is the text quite large, but there are blank pages all over the place. They appear at the end of some chapters (chapters which, incidentally, have no numbers or titles) whereas other chapters lead straight on. I don't know why that is, but if it might be to do with the number of pages needed for the printing or whatever, but if so why not use them constructively and throw in a few photos?
Ultimately I felt it all ended too quickly, and a truly engrossing journey hadn't been given the space it deserved. I have tremendous respect for the author's commitment to the memory of his friend Max, and also the way he similarly upheld the memory of the millions of innocent men, women and children who travelled that road by order of Lenin and Stalin (not forgetting Khrushchev and Brezhnev, to a lesser extent). I also admire the determination the author showed to take on, and complete, his trek across a freezing land which is as inhospitable and unpleasant as it gets. I just hope that one day a bigger, image-laden version of this book, I'd say 200 pages longer, might emerge. Then sections which currently appear as just a few lines might be granted enough pages and thus convey a great deal more than is on show in this edition. For example, the set-up for the whole journey - I'd have liked to have known more about Max (the cause of this trip) because that would have been a great help to have understood his background, his connections to the author and to the Gulags, his philosophies, and thus the author's motivation.