The Hall of the Singing Caryatids
Victor Pelevin
(Author)
Andrew Bromfield
(Translator)
Description
After auditioning for the part as a singing geisha at a dubious bar, Lena and eleven other "lucky" girls are sent to work at a posh underground nightclub reserved exclusively for Russia's upper-crust elite. They are to be a sideshow attraction to the rest of the club's entertainment, and are billed as the "famous singing caryatids." Things only get weirder from there. Secret ointments, praying mantises, sexual escapades, and grotesque murder are quickly ushered into the plot. The Russian literary master Victor Pelevin holds nothing back, and The Hall of the Singing Caryatids, his most recent story to be translated into English, is sure to make you squirm in your seat with utter delight.
Product Details
Price
$11.95
$11.11
Publisher
New Directions Publishing Corporation
Publish Date
October 27, 2011
Pages
105
Dimensions
4.5 X 0.4 X 6.9 inches | 0.2 pounds
Language
English
Type
Paperback
EAN/UPC
9780811219426
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About the Author
Victor Pelevin is the author of A Werewolf Problem in Central Russia and Other Stories, The Life of Insects, Omon Ra, The Yellow Arrow, and The Blue Lantern, a collection of short stories that won the Russian "Little Booker" Prize. His novel Buddha's Little Finger was shortlisted for the International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award. He was named by the New Yorker as one of the best European writers under thirty-five and by the Observer newspaper in London as one of "twenty-one writers to watch for the twenty-first century."
Andrew Bromfield is an acclaimed translator of contemporary Russian writers such as Victor Pelevin and Boris Akunin. He has also translated Leo Tolstoy's War and Peace.
Reviews
The book's concluding pages are delightfully enigmatic, fogged over just enough with metaphor that it's impossible to say quite what happens. Likewise, we never really know if the mantis has empowered Lena or seduced her into shameful political violence. That's all toward the beauty of Pelevin's project: a satire sharp enough to score points against the malign, yet retentive of a fine negative capability that takes these very same targets and makes of them a document that shimmers with the evasiveness of art.--Scott Esposito "Review (The National) "
If you're familiar with Pelevin--his borderline farce, his taste for the supernatural, his merciless skewering of the social order--you'll find, in this novella, a succinct recapitulation of his major themes. And if not? Fuck it. Who else can pack a spy school for prostitutes, fake quotes from Kate Moss and Vladimir Nabokov, a martial art based on curse words, and a guy called The Last Russian Macho into 100 pages? Pelevin's writing doesn't need to be analyzed. It's a guided dream through all the stuff that gets redacted from Russia's state-sponsored press releases. It's the literature that Russia deserves.-- (02/08/2012)
If you're familiar with Pelevin--his borderline farce, his taste for the supernatural, his merciless skewering of the social order--you'll find, in this novella, a succinct recapitulation of his major themes. And if not? Fuck it. Who else can pack a spy school for prostitutes, fake quotes from Kate Moss and Vladimir Nabokov, a martial art based on curse words, and a guy called The Last Russian Macho into 100 pages? Pelevin's writing doesn't need to be analyzed. It's a guided dream through all the stuff that gets redacted from Russia's state-sponsored press releases. It's the literature that Russia deserves.-- (02/08/2012)
