Kurkov's deadpan style immediately appeals, and his depiction of children (and penguins) is simply stunning. The Soviet cityscape is as bleak and stark as any Orwellian world, sucking you in to the absolute desolation, where the American Dollar is the only thing of strength.
Definitely the best book to come out of the modern-Ukraine in recent times...
Slightly too implausible to be billed as a genuine thriller - this gets a decent 4.2 Kangaroos(the 0.2 is made up of an ear).
No comments:
Post a Comment