Djilas' first memories were of heroism and of violence; the soil of his Montenegrin village was nourished by blood. In him is reflected his kinsmen, a fiery, independent people, dark with misery yet at the same time healed by visions of beauty. The Montenegrins come vividly to life in Djilas' intense account, written in simple, lyrical prose that does not betray the dramatic circumstances in which the book was written -- during the period just before the author's imprisonment for his criticisms of the Communist party he helped to bring to power.