I read Life and Fate after hearing a kind of adaptation on Radio 4 which was very much selected parts, and very much recommend it. One of the best but very harrowing parts is based on what happened to his mother, who was killed along with the other Jews in the town/village where she lived when the Nazis invaded Ukraine during WWII.
I've bought some of his other books but have only read one - The Road - collected short stories and some other short pieces not collected elsewhere, but with a substantial introduction and endnotes nearly as long as the substantive text.
Neither book is easy reading though. And reading a long book on the Kindle is definitely a good idea. I still have another novel, Stalingrad and a book of his reportage on the Second World War, when he travelled as a reporter with the Red Army.
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I've read the Nina Stibbe diaries a few weeks ago, via Netgalley, and (sorry if you missed it as a Daily Deal) disagree that they're not worth 99p. Admittedly they're not as good as Love, Nina and I'm sure others will be disappointed, but I still found it interesting. Maybe it's because she's just a few years older than me and living in a part of north London I know quite well, as I spent a lot of time when I was young staying at my aunt's house for a few days and a few times a few weeks. Maybe it's the preoccupation with menopause/post-menopause I identify with.
I am a very nosy reader, and I did keep hoping for more information on the end of her marriage, as her ex is a key character/love interest in Love, Nina. But I have heard or read interviews, and she said that she feels it's not just her story, and that their children, now in their early 20s and studying in London have been very clear that they would have been unhappy with it (though they are presumably happy to feature quite a lot in Went to London). While I admit I relish the gossipy side of such, I also respect that what's published of living people's diaries/letters is their choice, and that if they put the feelings of family and friends before humouring my nosiness, that's fair enough.