The Suitcase
Sergei Dovlatov
(Author)
Description
Sergei Dovlatov's subtle, dark-edged humor and wry observations are in full force in The Suitcase as he examines eight objects--the items he brought with him in his luggage upon his emigration from the U.S.S.R. These seemingly undistinguished possessions, stuffed into a worn-out suitcase, take on a riotously funny life of their own as Dovlatov inventories the circumstances under which he acquired them, occasioning a brilliant series of interconnected tales: A poplin shirt evokes the bittersweet story of a courtship and marriage, while a pair of boots (of the kind only the Nomenklatura can afford) calls up the hilarious conclusion to an official banquet. Some driving gloves--remnants of Dovlatov's short-lived acting career--share space with neon-green crepe socks, reminders of a failed black-market scam. And in curious juxtaposition, the belt from a prison guard's uniform lies next to a stained jacket that once belonged to Fernand Léger. Imbued with a comic nostalgia overlaid with Dovlatov's characteristically dry wit, The Suitcase is an intensely human, delightfully ironic novel from "the finest Soviet satirist to appear in English since Vladimir Voinovich."Product Details
Price
$15.95
$14.83
Publisher
Counterpoint LLC
Publish Date
April 01, 2011
Pages
160
Dimensions
5.4 X 8.1 X 0.4 inches | 0.35 pounds
Language
English
Type
Paperback
EAN/UPC
9781582437330
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About the Author
Sergei Dovlatov was born in Ufa, Bashkiria (U.S.S.R.), in 1941. He dropped out of the University of Leningrad after two years and was drafted into the army, serving as a guard in high-security prison camps. In 1965 he began to work as a journalist, first in Leningrad and then in Tallinn, Estonia. After a period of intense harassment by the authorities, he emigrated to the United States in 1978. He lived in New York until his death in 1990.
Reviews
Praise for The Suitcase Dovlatov's writing is simple but witty, with a hint of nostalgia . . . His tales open a small window on to daily life in the former Soviet Union. --The Observer