The world's first Zen Buddhist paranormal romance-published to coincide with Halloween
One of the most progressive writers at work today, Victor Pelevin's comic inventiveness has won him comparisons to Kafka, Calvino, and Gogol, and Time has described him as a "psychedelic Nabokov for the cyberage." In The Sacred Book of the Werewolf, a smash success in Russia and Pelevin's first novel in six years, paranormal meets transcendental with a splash of satire as A Hu-Li, a two-thousand-year-old shape-shifting werefox from ancient China meets her match in Alexander, a Wagner-addicted werewolf who's the key figure in Russia's Big Oil. Both a supernatural love story and an outrageously funny send-up of modern Russia, this stunning and ingenious work of the imagination is the sharpest novel to date from Russia's most gifted literary malcontent.
On Labor Day weekend in 2008, on a New York Times front page otherwise preoccupied with the American presidential election and another Atlantic hurricane portending natural and moral cataclysm, an implausible, bleakly hilarious headline sneaked in just under the fold:
"Russia's Lazy Collective Farms Are a Hot Capitalist Property," announced the article (which had nothing, at least on its surface, to do with the Georgian war). "[T]he business of buying and reforming collective farms is suddenly and improbably very profitable, attracting hedge fund managers, Russian oligarchs, Swedish portfolio investors and even a descendent of White Russian émigré nobility . [T]he new business model rests on a belief that Russia's long, painful history of collectivization is destined to end in large corporate factory farms."