Enjoyed the first couple of chapters, but then I started to struggle. The reasons:
1. Sayle struggled to develop his prose
2. The book has only one recurring theme. His parent's unshakeable faith in the communist ideology based on the elimination of nuance.
3. Sayle's commitment to punctuating everything with a joke
It quickly wears thin.
The best autobiographies leave you feeling that you know more about the author. You never feel any wiser to the real Alexei. I felt disappointed that while Sayle has something serious to say, he just never says it.
Gave up about 50% of the way though.