As a result,
over the
next three years, I waded through Middlemarch by George Eliott, William Shirer's Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, Henri Troyat's biography of Tolstoy, Thompson's Making of the English Working Class, the first
couple of things by Solzhenitsyn (The First Circle and Cancer Ward, I think, because One
Day In The Life of Ivan Denisovich did not
meet my thickness criterion), and so on.