A recent re-reading of Darkness At Noon didn't live up to my memory of it from many years ago. The prison descriptions were excellent, in a claustrophobic way, and the inner workings of Rubashov's mind in an effort to keep his sanity were riveting indeed. But the long political discourses about "the party" were obtuse, dated, and honestly, quite boring. Unfortunately, they took up most of the narrative. The result was a reading that was a prison unto itself.