There were truly profound moments in this story. At times the prisoners were like wild animals just fighting each other for survival, and then there were glimpses of dignity and humanity that were striking against this inhumane backdrop. There are a few images that will stick with me from this story.
I am not, though, convinced that I read a very good translation of this work. To me it felt like there was some soul missing, and it wasn't easy to get into Shukhov's skin. I really felt like the phrase "something lost in the translation" applied here. I will read this book again, but I am going to spend more time looking for a more definitive translation.