It wasn’t Steinberg’s story so much that I was interested in, as much as the stories of the prison itself. Though this is ostensibly a memoir of Steinberg’s life during his time in prison, the “characters” of the inmates themselves rather stole the show for me.
For the most part, I enjoyed the way that Nemat told her story, especially how she details the way she felt at different points in her life and this experience, and how things changed for her over time. Many of the hardships that she endured were re-told in such a way that you almost felt like you were there with her, inside her skin, experiencing the Islamic Revolution for yourself. You could feel the fear and uncertainty.