Sacred Book of the Werewolf [Hardcover]

Victor Pelevin (Author)

Book Description

Publication Date: February 21, 2008

A. Huli, the heroine of Victor Pelevin's latest book, is beautiful, slender and curiously foxlike. She lives in Moscow and works as a classy prostitute in the city's premier hotels. But when a client goes inexplicably and fatally berserk at the sight of her in his luxury suite, A. Huli has to leave in a hurry. She decides to explore new avenues and place an ad on the internet - and that's when the trouble really starts. Victor Pelevin's new work of fiction is both a supernatural love story and an outrageously funny satirical portrait of modern Russia. With all his characteristic humour and metaphysical ambition, Pelevin introduces us to an unforgettable cast of perverts, former KGB agents, oil tycoons and amorous werewolves.

Editorial Reviews

From Publishers Weekly

Russian novelist Pelevin's chaotic latest examines contemporary Russia as viewed through the eyes of A. Hu-li, a 2,000-year-old werefox who is able to transform into a beautiful nymphet. The opening chapter is both an introduction to werefoxes as well as an account of how werefoxes, working as prostitutes, utilize their stunning looks to absorb a man's life energy. Hu-li's experiences are standard for an ancient werefox until she meets Alexander, an attractive Russian intelligence officer who happens to be a werewolf. The two share a whirlwind romance, and after some trouble, shack up in Hu-li's bomb shelter. While hiding out, Hu-li and Alexander argue about religion, death, truth and the like until they both claim to be the super-werewolf. This argument—and Hu-li's disclosure of her true age—rupture the bliss. Pelevin creates interesting enough characters, but the unexplainable plot twists and the author's preoccupation with philosophical ramblings are nearly as perilous as a silver bullet. (Sept.)
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Part science fiction and part Anaïs Nin erotica, with a hint of Bridget Jones’s Diary and a whole lot of allegory, The Sacred Book of the Werewolf is the tale of A Hu-Li, a 2,000-year-old Taoist werefox who plies her trade as a prostitute in modern day Moscow. By hypnotizing johns with her magical tail, A Hu-li makes men believe they are having sex with her, earns a living, and maintains her virginity. That is until she encounters and falls in love with Alexander, a high-ranking Russian intelligence officer and—not so coincidentally—a werewolf. As he has done in his earlier works (including Homo Zapiens, 2002), Pelevin uses satire as a lens through which to view life in the post-Soviet era while at the same time casting new light on Russia’s classic writing and writers—Nabokov, Gogol, and even Russian fairy tales. Outright strange at moments, the novel holds our interest with unpredictable twists and turns, leaving us stunned, puzzled, and asking for more. --Heather Paulson --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

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Product Details

• Hardcover: 352 pages
• Publisher: Faber & Faber (February 21, 2008)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0571227988
• ISBN-13: 978-0571227983
• Product Dimensions: 8 x 6 x 1.2 inches
• Shipping Weight: 12.6 ounces
• Average Customer Review: 4.1 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (14 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,677,238 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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28 of 35 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars Rich in Symbolism, September 4, 2008

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Jeffrey Behnke (Sydney, Australia) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: The Sacred Book of the Werewolf: A Novel (Hardcover)

The Sacred Book of the Werewolf is so rich in symbolism that I hardly know where to begin. On the surface, it seems to be the story of a teenage oriental prostitute named A Hu-Li who falls in love with a werewolf in her travels through modern day Russia. But underneath that relatively thin layer is a tale more about a Russian crisis of identity, and mankind's crisis of identity as well, as both attempt to transform itself from tailless monkeys into something else--the super-werewolf. Which direction should Russia go? Shall it bow to the temptations of globalization and take on the qualities of the western world, or should it go in the opposite direction and listen to the lessons of the east which find expression in this book through the eclectic narrative of A Hu-Li herself?

Despite A Hu-Li's chosen path through life, you discover that nothing about her is quite what it seems--you're led to believe she is a prostitute, but discover she is virgin. You are led to believe she is young, but discover she is thousands of years old. You think she is human, but then discover she is a werefox, and her profession originates from her ability to use her tail--or "tale"--which causes men to believe she is the exact incarnation of their most disturbing fantasy. When they are indulging in her services, however, they are merely indulging in something originating from their own mind as A Hu-Li busies herself by lying next to them, disconnected, reading--and scoffing--at scientific literature written by the likes of Stephen Hawking.

Early in the novel during her adventures, she ends up running into a prince-like Russian named Alexander who doesn't fall for her tricks that she plays with her tail and who, coincidentally, ends up ravaging her and robbing her of the thing she treasured the most--her virginity. You then discover this Alexander is a werewolf and, quite possibly, the super-werewolf that A Hu-Li and her family of werefoxes have been seeking for thousands of years. That is precisely where the cut and dry plot of the story ends and the true nature of Pelevin's purpose begins.

While reading the narrative, I couldn't help but get the impression that what I was reading took the form of a mosaic, or cards in a deck that had been shuffled, but instead of spades, hearts, diamonds, and clubs, I was seeing mysticism, erotica, Russian literary history, and a critique of globalization all at the same time. You don't automatically see purpose in the plot at first glance, and you wonder as the critics on the back of the book have done, whether or not Pelevin is playing some joke on his readers. The critics seem to pretend to get the joke and call it comedic, but I pulled from its words something completely different.

Which direction should Russia go? This question seemed to be at the heart of the book. I found it mostly in Alexander's thoughts as he spends more and more time with A Hu-Li. Alexander, the heart and soul of Russia, is protected by the atypical Russian male thug who drinks like a Russian is believed to drink and is unruly in a number of ways. He protects Alexander, run errands for him, but is ultimately nothing more than a façade as the true Russia, the true Alexander, operates behind the scenes. Russia has heart and soul and is tortured in his own way as he tries to decide what it is he must do as the world has moved on, which direction he should take in life. He currently operates in stealth mode--it is a part of his occupation, to uncover secrets and keep secrets of his own.

There is a part of Alexander which cannot stand the way the world is--the rubber, the tires, the cement, tall buildings, the vomit and pollution--and this finds form as smells from which he protects himself by wearing a face mask around his ultra-sensitive werewolf nose. He only removes it to take in the smells of A Hu-Li which he claims he could continue to smell forever. So much sweeter than the rest of the world.

Russia--personified as Alexander--wants to overcome the perceptive limitations it has of itself and become the super-werewolf which has much of the same ring to it as Nietzsche's Uberman, and it is truly tragic to see Russia in this state, going through its current struggle. You wonder if he will succeed. You wonder if everyone else will succeed along with him. In one stage of the novel, however, you get the feeling he will not, as we find Alexander transforming into a werewolf and howling near an oil well in a snow-like wasteland, pleading for oil to come forth in a re-enactment of a bizarre Russian Cinderella fairy tale. Truly not "super" at all. It is a tragic scene because of the suggestion that Russia has lost itself as it attempts to join in and contribute to the needs of globalization. "Please," Alexander seems to plead with his howling, "come forth dear blood of the earth and fill our wells!" This is one of his jobs, you discover. Alexander thus transforms into the wolf while doing so--the animal--in the same way that he transforms into the werewolf during his sexual sessions with A Hu-Li.

Both the west and the east play their influence out on Alexander throughout the pages of this book, and you are left wondering as you approach the end what direction he will take, and how it will affect A Hu-Li as well. In another unusual scene--this book is loaded with them--A Hu-Li kisses Alexander for the first time in an expression of love, which causes their relationship to spin into a completely different direction. Ultimately, Alexander ends up discovering the true age of A Hu-Li and flees her presence, claiming he cannot have sex with someone so old. To me, this reveals the choice that the author believes Russia is making in the world. Instead of seeking transcendence through ancient wisdom, it has gone the way of globalization--the whore--which paints itself young and chases men in turtleneck sweaters wearing jewelry and Nike shoes.

The ultimate benefactor in the entire story is A Hu-Li herself as she discovers she is an empty vessel that fills itself with lies, that the world is illusion, that she is an illusion, that she is the world, that everything is a dream, that she is the dream the world is dreaming, and that words are useless to describe the nothingness which is the truth inside of us all. Words attempting to describe this are nothing more than stepping stones on the pathway to transcendence--the pathway to the super-werewolf which is an inexplicable path that has taken A Hu-Li thousands of years herself to find. She seeks her true nature, and she does so by learning that her "tail" is the truth, her tail is the world that is lying to itself while it masturbates, transfixed by itself, transfixed by its own lies. Thus, in a paradoxical manner, all the lies we tell to ourselves--if we admit they are so--is this truth, and the key to this ancient knowledge finds form in the Sacred Book of the Werewolf that A Hu-Li is writing for her love--Alexander and, symbolically, Russia itself. She hopes it will eventually find its way into his hands as he pursues the younger pleasures awarded after burying his head in the world of globalization. Pelevin gives you the impression that this pursuit is all for naught, and Russia, like the rest of us, will never learn, but still we must try. Pelevin, in the role of A Hu-Li, gives his gift of ancient wisdom to Russia--his own Alexander.

Although it was a rough start at first, I truly enjoyed this book of material and spiritual transformation. Like the tailless monkeys in the story, we have forgotten we are lying to ourselves as we have lost our tail. The truth is the nothingness at our core, but it is a nothingness which can be anything at all. Stephen Hawking may have inside of his head the theory of everything, but Victor Pelevin reveals inside of us all the theory of nothing, and after reading this book, Pelevin's certainly seems the more endearing version of the two. Pick it up, read it, see what the werewolves may have to teach you. Enjoy!

6 of 6 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars Ingenious combination of philosophy, metaphysical speculation, mysticism and fantastic fiction, December 26, 2008

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This review is from: The Sacred Book of the Werewolf: A Novel (Hardcover)

A Hu-Li is a Chinese werefox, in appearance like a young girl, but in reality nearly two thousand years old, with a hidden magical tail she can use to project fantasies into the minds of those around her. For centuries, she has lived in Russia as a prostitute, using her tail to provide her clients with a Lolita-like fantasy while she feeds upon their sexual energy. She has, herself, never really loved or been loved - until she meets a werewolf who allows her to discover something about herself she'd never discovered on her own.

The story itself is quite fun and intriguing but that's only the half of it. A Hu-Li is seeking enlightenment, is steeped in Buddhist traditions and in literature and philosophy, and her story is as much about ideas as it is exciting. Pelevin's wittiness does not all translate (the name of the heroine, "A Hu-Li" may seem Chinese, but, apparently, in Russian sounds strikingly similar to a bit of crass Russian slang), but his playful tone throughout, his numerous casually insightful reflections on contemporary life and literature and politics and art are unmistakeable and enjoyable. The story works as an allegory of contemporary Russian consumerism, an engaging meditation on the nature of sex and gender, on the relation between the human and the animal in all of us, and a complex reflection on the nature of experience and reality. If that sounds heady and boring, it's not. It's a lot of fun, and the comparisons with Murakami (and others like Saramago and Phillip K. Dick) are quite apt. Definitely worth checking out for those who like inventive speculative fiction and fantasy.

8 of 9 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars The Meaning of Life* (if you are a werefox), December 5, 2008

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This review is from: The Sacred Book of the Werewolf: A Novel (Hardcover)

I don't think that this book reminded me of anything Nabokov wrote (as suggested in the blurbs); however this is an imaginative (maybe kooky) book that starts out as a sort of science fiction and ends up as a zen manifesto and with the discovery of the meaning (or lack there of) of life (for werefoxes, at least - the narrator simply didn't have the time to spell it out for humans).

I think I may have missed a lot of the subtlety of this book because I know very little about Russia.