Abe Joukhadar Joukhadar itibaren Marlow, Marlow, Buckinghamshire SL7, UK
Did not like this book enough to make myself read the whole thing.
If you read this review you simultaneously deny it's existence and imply consent. Is all literature about love and death? I never noticed before. I guess that's what middle age is for. In a future when reading books makes you a social pariah, the iPhone has become an outmoded relic, & text-speak has infiltrated what passes for conversation, Shteyngart sets his Super Pathetic Predictable Love Story. Aging loser pines for broken young thing; aging loser gets broken young thing, a la Humbert Humbert; older loser of a different flavor steals broken young thing; broken young thing dumps older loser, leaves picture, & is shown for the prop of the male ego she is; everyone rides into an inevitable, post-human, America-née-Rome is burning sunset. At times amusing, this prophetic-satirical novel intrigues me enough to warrant a look at Shteyngart's earlier work, but not enough to recommend it to others.