China Miéville’s fiction output outnumbers his nonfiction by about three to one. So, while his political and academic credentials suggest that writing a history of the Russian R
On 29 April 1986, the British public learned that a disaster had occurred three days before at a nuclear plant in the Soviet Union. Since that day the once-obscure place name “Ch
Editors’ note: It could be serendipity, or simply that Pevear and Volokhonsky are so revered, any mention of Russian literature in English translation means their names are on
It was a recent television adaptation of War and Peace that spurred me on to my second reading of the great novel, some forty years after I last read my way through its 1,200-plus
This is the story of Baguette, a domestic ginger cat living in a twelfth-floor apartment, and of his efforts to win the hand (paw?) of his beloved fiancée, Purriana. After a court
Julia Trubikhina-Kunina has produced a fine new volume of translations of Vladimir Aristov’s poetry for Ugly Duckling Presse, a small US publisher which is extremely active in th
Teffi. It could be a child’s beloved rubbery chewing gum. Or maybe a name given to some floppy-haired pet. It could never be taken seriously as the pseudonym for a writer who cam
A diarist in late nineteenth-century Russia, a translator in modern-day France and a London publisher: three women connected across time and space, united by a shared love of words
“The glum, commonplace act of love … always brought to my mind our electoral system. After enduring interminable torrents of lies, the voter is finally allowed to insert the on
