I’ll dare to sound sexist and stereotypical: this must be a guy’s novel. It tells how Vladimir Girshkin remakes his whimpy self and manages to get high and mighty in Eastern Europe’s mafia for a while. That’s at the obnoxious, unbelievable, yet funny level of this book. On other levels, the book is astute and tells a convincing and moving immigrant story. It’s because of that story, I actually bothered to read through to the end.
Gwenamon says: I couldn’t stand it