From Publishers Weekly
An emigre Russian writer named Kartsev narrates a bawdy, self-deprecating tale of travel from West Germany in 1982 to Moscow circa 2042, where much has changed (but not the Soviet penchant for re-writing history). "Voinovich, author of the Private Ivan Chonkin books, is goodnatured and irreverent, but his work doesn't have Orwell's deadpan bite," noted PW.
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From Library Journal
The Russian emigration has produced a phenomenal amount of literature for reasons perhaps not wholly literary. The present novels, fine works by two radically different "stars" of the emigration, share its salient features: keen intellect and constricted subject matter (politics and autobiography). Voinovich has excelled in witty political fiction over the past 20 years. Here a time-travel story lampoons two of the intelligentsia's sacred cows: nostalgia for the monarchy and yearning for "perfect" communism free of Soviet corruption. Voinovich's sexism, combined with the genre's tendency towards one-dimensional characters, defuses his parable; but his acute depictions of bureaucratic minutiae and a wild-eyed messiah generate a current of entertaining satire. Limonov has scandalized the emigration with his fascination for sex and drugs. His autobiographical narrative displays the emigre inability to step out of characterbut what a character! "Edward," butler to a Manhattan millionaire, is a cad, an opportunist, and a brilliant observer of humanity. A "servant-philosopher," he impartially mocks Americans and Russians alike as he lives off the fat of capitalism. This book is a naughty and genuine thrill to read, outrageously peppered with thinly disguised, near-libelous anecdotes of New York and Russian celebrities.Rob Schmieder, Boston
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