|Title||:||Petropolis (Nuova biblioteca Garzanti)|
|Format Type||:||Other Book|
|Publisher||:||Garzanti Libri 1 Januar 2007|
|Number of Pages||:||562 Pages|
|File Size||:||790 KB|
|Status||:||Available For Download|
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Petropolis (Nuova biblioteca Garzanti) Reviews
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This book is great! It is beautifully written and the plot moves right along, sucking you in and never letting go. While I wouldn't call Petropolis a comedy--the book is filled with serious subjects such as longing for one's parents, child, and home--it is certainly a very funny book, with many moments of side-splitting laughing-out-loud humor. And it's filled with wit and satire that is as precise and almost surgical as the rest of the book's language.The book's plot takes you to five major cities (and a few smaller ones) on two continents while following the main character on her journey from Siberia to the United States. You would think there's too much plot to fit in one novel, yet the book doesn't feel like it's bursting at the seams. You really get to know the characters and the places, to the point where if you've never been to Russia, you really get a feeling for the place, the pace of life there, etc (and if you've never been to the US, you do for it as well.)
I read lots of fiction, some highbrow, some not, the occasional Dan Brown thrown in with the Michael Ondaatje, Vikram Seth and Salmon Rushdie. As a failed novelist endlessly sent back to the drawing board by friendly editors who smelled a winner in there somewhere, I know the difference between a good read and a great read. Anya Ulinich's Petropolis is a great read on so many levels. It has the depth of literary fiction but is nonetheless a page-turner. Wonderful characters, compelling story, and a bit of sadness set in as I turned the last page, because honestly, I would have love to have kept reading. Ulinich is a great writer, up there with Ann Pratchett, Zadie Smith and Barbara Kingsolver. I look forward to more from her.
I had suggested that we read this for our book club in St. Petersburg, Russia composed of a pretty mixed group of expats and Russians. As still relatively new in Russia, I had already read it and found that it gave me still another person's take on what life was like at the end of the USSR. Actually, one of the most significant gifts of living here for a while: being able to move away from the vast void that was my knowledge about how people actually lived behind the stereotyped entity, that we in the West knew as the USSR: I can now listen to stories about the lives of friends who were children then.The author weaves her story from the threads of many unexpected existences: one of the off-spring of a young African visitor to an international friendship event and a young Russian girl who briefly enjoyed his friendship, way back when the USSR courted the third world. His life merges with the fate of one of the now adult children of the intelligensia stranded in an outpost of Siberia that had been left to a slow death after its factory closed. She is the mother of our main character, at first seemingly a heartless bitch but she really believes that she can save her daughter from what she herself had to suffer.The utter deprivation of the population of Asbestos 2 is described in a non-sentimental way, where you are reminded that daily human life has its ups and downs no matter where the seed that we are, happends to be planted. A babuska is able to give the love that her granddaughter does not seem to be getting from her own mother.Teen-age hormones are not much different than anywhere else, and the forgotten teachers at a basement art school still try to really teach a new generation in spite of everything.While at least one of our Russian readers found the picture that was painted of life in Asbetos 2 to be rather offensive as a picture of Russia, others pointed out that the next segment which takes place in Arizona, to which our heroine escapes as a mail-order bride (after hearing that a husband is not a luxury but rather a form of transportation), is not too flattering a picture of the US either - if you take the tale as a generalization rather than one amazing account of this human existence of ours.I do not regret having read it twice.
I cannot hold my enthusiastic desire to share with you my marveling over this wonderful book I have been reading. It's by Anya Ulinich "Petropolis".A story told by Anya Ulinch, who herself immigrated to USA from Moscow with her parents when she was 17, lived in Chicago and studied at the Art Institute. So she seems to know all ins and outs of what a typical teenager would know going to a mid-town high school or intricacies of Russian immigrant community, that we experienced first hand over the last 20 years. The weird and mesmerizing thing is that all of this is seen and told from the viewpoint of Ulinich's heroine, Sasha Goldberg, who as a 16-yesr old girl, half Russian, half Negro and also Jewish, born and raised in a murky Siberian ghost town Asbestos-2 and then makes a trans-Atlantic jump as a mail-in bride from Repin Lyceums in Moscow to America and settles in one of the North Shore multimillion mansions as a no-visa home maid.Anya Ulinich's is great in her satirical, beneath-the-skin, and somewhat nostalgic description of Sasha growing up in Asbestos-2 in the post-perestroika years of complete nihilism and degradation. It gave me a very new look at the different Russia, which neither of us, thanks God, ever experienced. Here Ulinich heavily uses Russian idiomatic expressions, like "all the way up to devil's horns" when she wants to literally convey expression "' ''''' '' '''''". She is not translating; she writes in great English, but one needs to feel Russian language to read and enjoy every line of this book. Ulinich is great in dialogues; she is even better in her description and utter sarcasm of today's Russia.But just wait until you get to page 101, when Sasha Goldberg finally arrives to America. Nobody can spot her here as a Russian Jew, as she is transparently seen as pretty fat 16-year old black girl. This allows Ulinich to set Sasha on a such an independent and sardonical outlook that would make you take a new look at our society in general and at the Russian community in particular. And ...if you have not smoked weed, have not had a teen girl attending Art Institute of Chicago, never really mixed up with the taxi-driver type of the Chicago Russians, you would certainly replenish you life knowledge.This is a book of a gifted and brave author; she is on par or maybe better than her peers. The book may make you both re-think and re-feel of our own long journey from there to where you are today.