July 12, 2011 by markstani
This book, written by German Sadulaev and translated from Russian by Anna Gunin(pub Harvill Secker), was the best thing I read in 2010. I said at the time: ‘..pretty unforgettable – brutal war and beautiful peace swirled up in a series of fragments which sometimes border on the hallucinatory. It’s part memoir, part folk tale, part dream. It adds up, somehow, to one of the most vivid testimonies to the futility of war – and to the pride and resilience of a people – I’ve read in a long time.’
We had everything. We needed nothing, no one in the whole world. The two of us were that same androgyne, that mythical being, whole and perfect, whom the gods had divided in two out of envy and jealousy. But each summer we were reunited, and we couldn’t give a damn for the gods.