Things I've Been Silent About by Azar Nafisi is certainly a solidly written, detailed account of Nafisi’s life. She and her family are deeply involved in the twentieth century history of Iran. As such, life, culture, religion, and politics are in no way separable in this account.
Nafisi does seem to collude with her own doom. It is obvious that her mother was an incredibly destructive force in her life, but she makes no meaningful steps to distance herself from her (until the very end).
In a wider sense, reading this account paints Iran in a totally negative life. One wonders, when reading this, if there are any benefits from being in Iran or Iranian at all? Nafisi covers a great deal of ground, most of it unhappy.