amaah
Berkeley
No sacred cows now that the Soviet Union has passed — 32 weeks ago
Messy, satiric and occasionally bitingly funny. He drops zingers on the condition of the new Russia and the former soviet republics. He throws in commentary on immigrant life in the Bronx – knowing observations. He even inserts himself into the narrative, the predatory and pretentious professor sleeping with the students and resting on the buzz of the breakthrough debut novel. This Rabelesian novel is best however once it makes its way to Absurdistan. The futility, the violence, the energy are all deeply felt. There are no sacred cows. Everything is for sale. Everyone is conning you. Labels matter more than substance: Halliburton, American Express and so forth. Meanwhile the populace keeps getting shelled. Such is life it would seem. A laugh a minute. The title is surely apt.
