An account of the Soviet concentration camps, 1918-1956, that have been largely ignored in comparison to the infamous German camps. This was the abridged version with the original books supposedly totaling 1,800 pages. I can see why. Solzhenitisyn was on a mission to document as much as possible in fear that the information could be lost forever, however this made for a challenging read. Lots of name dropping of Soviet political figures and Russian geography that I couldn’t place much less pronounce. It was unavoidable comparing the text to Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning –– and for me it was no comparison. While Frankl focused on his first-hand experiences using a grateful and personable voice, Solzhenisitsyn only sprinkled in his own experiences and used an angry, contemptuous voice. That voice is understandable, but it grated after a while. I connected with Frankl’s text in a much deeper way.