On Monday, I read from Vladimir Sorokin’s “Day of the Oprichnik”

I did a reading at the Russian Samovar of Vladimir Sorokin’s Day of the Oprichnik (a novel about a futuristic, somewhat dystopian Russia — which is not dissimilar to what Russia might actually become) as part of FSG’s monthly series. It was a nice time with lots of flavored vodka’s (dill and horseradish and pomegranate mostly). When reading there were handfuls of words that I couldn’t figure out if they were Russian words I didn’t know or made-up futuristic Russia words — the answer? — both! Here’s a little blurb about the night from some blog-thing. It’s so accurate about what happened, that I think it might simply be a reprinted press release (since most articles tend to get something factually wrong, so I find it suspicious that this did not):


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