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I loved this Big Bad Wolfish novel! Such awesome fun with erotic sci-fi flavor. Recommended by Adrienne, Powells.com
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Publisher Comments:
Paranormal meets transcendental in this provocative and hilarious novel.
Victor Pelevin has established a reputation as one of the most brilliant writers at work today; his comic inventiveness has won him comparisons to Kafka, Calvino, and Gogol, and Time has described him as a "psychedelic Nabokov for the cyberage." Pelevin's new novel, his first in six years, is both a supernatural love story and a satirical portrait of modern Russia. It concerns the adventures of a hardworking fifteen-year-old Moscow prostitute named A. Huli, who in reality is a two thousand-year-old were-fox who seduces men in order to absorb their life force; she does this by means of her tail, a hypnotic organ that puts men into a trance in which they dream they are having sex with her.
A. Huli eventually comes to the attention of and falls in love with a high-ranking Russian intelligence officer named Alexander, who is also a werewolf (unbeknownst to our heroine). And that is only the beginning of the fun. A huge success in Russia, this is a stunning and ingenious work of the imagination, arguably Pelevin's sharpest and most engrossing novel to date.
Review:
"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.)" Publishers Weekly (Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc.)
Review:
Rough werewolf-on-werefox sex. Were-creature philosophy that doubles as satirical content. Plucky underage Russian prostitutes who are actually millennia-old supernatural beings. Nonstop references to iconic authors, philosophers and pop culture. If you enjoy having all these elements in your fiction, you'll love Victor Pelevin's... Washington Post Book Review (read the entire Washington Post review) "The Sacred Book of the Werewolf." The rest of us, though, might come away from this novel feeling bitten. There's something distinctly unholy going on here, something Vladimir Nabokov might have labeled "poshlost," or "philistine vulgarity," for all the times Pelevin tries to use the old butterfly collector to prop up his own words, citing everything from "Lolita" to "Ada." This fitful, phantasmagorical tale — a best-seller in Russia — is told by A Hu-Li, a werefox posing as a 15-year-old hooker in Moscow. She bewitches her johns using the magic properties of her tail so she can feed off of their sexual energy. While her victims believe they're having sex with her, she sits in a corner reading magazines. But after a couple of missteps, including killing a customer when he sees her true form, A Hu-Li runs into trouble with the Russian secret service. Col. Mikhalich apprehends her for his mysterious boss, known as Alexander. In a masterly sequence — one of the few times Pelevin sits still long enough to really develop a scene — Mikhalich decides he wants to sample A Hu-Li's services before turning her over to Alexander. But that requires Mikhalich to reveal that he's a werewolf, too, by injecting a powerful psychedelic into his own arm. Among A Hu-Li's special skills is the ability to see into people's minds. Her description of Mikhalich's drug trip is a wonderful example of making the abstract and personal into something concrete: "There was a flash, with pulsating stars and stripes of flame receding all the way to the horizon like the markings on an infinitely long runway. It was blindingly beautiful and reminiscent of a news report I saw in the 1960s of a trimaran speed-boat that crashed: the speedboat lifted up off the water, performed a slow, thoughtful loop-the-loop and shattered into small fragments against the surface of the lake." Every scene involving the menacing, terse and sometimes comic Mikhalich takes on a satisfying weight. Unfortunately, however, he is relegated to a minor role. It is Alexander who plays the male lead here, becoming entranced with A Hu-Li. This attraction drives the plot for the rest of the book. The two have rough werewolf sex, followed by long, obvious conversations about, among other things, the Little Red Riding Hood folktale. A Hu-Li's growing attraction to Alexander eventually leads to an irreversible, possibly tragic transformation, and the novel ends in a fizzle of nebulous Eastern philosophy and unearned redemption. Suspended over this plot like a bomb that's never dropped looms the myth of the super-werewolf, who, it is foretold, will soon walk the Earth, delivering something special to the were-peoples. The nature of that special something only becomes clear late in the novel, in a bit of farcical anticlimax. By that point, the reader has been asked to invest too much time and effort in an existential joke that really doesn't matter. In an interview in the Paris Review, Nabokov defined his made-up word "poshlost" as, among other things, "Corny trash, vulgar cliches ... imitations of imitations, bogus profundities, crude, moronic, and dishonest pseudoliterature." Pelevin is neither crude nor moronic, but his personal Rubicon is a seeming inability to stop using others to shoulder the burden of writing his novel. Thus the reader must endure Bulgakov sightings, silly doubled-up references ("I suddenly understood that Pushkin was killed by a homonimic shadow of Dante"), and stultifying snippets of dialogue in question-answer form about various movies. Many readers will realize they are bearing witness to an odd kind of abdication of responsibility on the part of the author. Pelevin doesn't seem to understand how his borrowing creates "bogus profundities." Or that his philosophical points would be more interesting in essay form. Or that his pacing is too slow to make the humor sparkle. Yet on the rare occasions that Pelevin dispenses with all the clutter, he demonstrates a remarkable talent that makes me want to read more of his fiction. For example, an undeniably eerie yet funny scene in which Alexander and Mikhalich, in werewolf form, conjure oil out of the earth compares favorably to the work of the best Russian absurdists. Near the end of the novel, Alexander and A Hu-Li hole up in a bomb shelter, in a scene that displays much-needed tenderness. A Hu-Li says to Alexander, language is "the root from which infinite human stupidity grows. And we were-creatures suffer from it too, because we're always talking." Ultimately "The Sacred Book of the Werewolf" fails because Pelevin just can't shut up long enough to tell his story. Reviewed by Jeff VanderMeer, who is a guest editor for 'Best American Fantasy 2', Washington Post Book World (Copyright 2006 Washington Post Book World Service/Washington Post Writers Group)
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Review:
"Outright strange at moments, the novel holds our interest with unpredictable twists and turns, leaving us stunned, puzzled, and asking for more." Booklist
Review:
"A complex, expansive, explosive novel — at times brilliant, at other times tedious — and definitely not for every taste." Kirkus Reviews
Review:
"Full of tour de force passages, and full of sex, the novel yet succeeds in not being one of those showy, sexy, cold-hearted books. The fantasy is fueled by passion, the humor by grief." Ursula K. Le Guin
Synopsis:
From the author who has drawn comparisons to Kafka, Gogol, and Nabokov comes this latest novel that is both a supernatural love story and a satirical portrait of modern Russia.
Victor Pelevin is recognized as one of the leading Russian novelists writing today. His novel Buddha's Little Finger was a finalist for the International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award. He is the winner of the Nonino Prize and the Richard Schonfeld Prize for satire, and has been featured in The New York Times Magazine and The New Yorker. His novels have been published in thirty-three countries.
kinderlynn, October 2, 2009 (view all comments by kinderlynn)
I listened to this book on CD. It kept my attention throughout. I thought the author had that wry wit, and disengaged view that has been present in artists of many genres, since the turn of the last century. I primarily read/listen to women authors because few men can present views of both sexes. This author not only does that, but I suspect the view of some "supernaturals" as well, all the while delivering our dose of philosophy in humorous form. Loved it!
I loved this Big Bad Wolfish novel! Such awesome fun with erotic sci-fi flavor.
by Adrienne
"Publishers Weekly Review"
by 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.)" Publishers Weekly (Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc.)
"Review"
by Booklist,
"Outright strange at moments, the novel holds our interest with unpredictable twists and turns, leaving us stunned, puzzled, and asking for more."
"Review"
by Kirkus Reviews,
"A complex, expansive, explosive novel — at times brilliant, at other times tedious — and definitely not for every taste."
"Review"
by Ursula K. Le Guin,
"Full of tour de force passages, and full of sex, the novel yet succeeds in not being one of those showy, sexy, cold-hearted books. The fantasy is fueled by passion, the humor by grief."
"Synopsis"
by Ingram,
From the author who has drawn comparisons to Kafka, Gogol, and Nabokov comes this latest novel that is both a supernatural love story and a satirical portrait of modern Russia.
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