A book friend told me to read Pelevin, touting him as a Russian Murakami. He is. This novel is bizarre and smart. I felt I could see the layers being peeled back in this revelatory satire. However, it made me sad to realize I don’t know enough about Russian history to completely appreciate everything that happens. Regardless, I will definitely read Pelevin’s other stuff.
Gwenamon says: Oddball wonderfulness