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ISBN:	0670019887 (ISBN13: 9780670019885)

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Title	:	The Sacred Book of the Werewolf
Author	:	Victor Pelevin
Book Format	:	Hardcover
Book Edition	:	Anniversary Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 336 pages
Published	:	September 4th 2008 by Viking Adult (first published 2004)
Categories	:	Fiction. Fantasy. Cultural. Russia. Literature. Russian Literature. Urban Fantasy. Shapeshifters. Werewolves. Paranormal

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Paranormal meets transcendental in this provocative and hilarious novel. Victor Pelevin has established a reputation as one of the most brilliant writers at work today; his comic inventiveness has won him comparisons to Kafka, Calvino, and Gogol, and Time has described him as a “psychedelic Nabokov for the cyberage.” Pelevin’s new novel, his first in six years, is both a supernatural love story and a satirical portrait of modern Russia. It concerns the adventures of a hardworking fifteen-year-old Moscow prostitute named A. Huli, who in reality is a two thousand-year-old were-fox who seduces men in order to absorb their life force; she does this by means of her tail, a hypnotic organ that puts men into a trance in which they dream they are having sex with her. A. Huli eventually comes to the attention of and falls in love with a high-ranking Russian intelligence officer named Alexander, who is also a werewolf (unbeknownst to our heroine). And that is only the beginning of the fun. A huge success in Russia, this is a stunning and ingenious work of the imagination, arguably Pelevin’s sharpest and most engrossing novel to date.

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In this world there is nothing but dust. But when a heavenly being sees the dust, she remembers the light that makes the dust visible. While a tailless monkey only sees the dust on which the light falls. Thats why, when a heavenly being dies, she becomes light. But when a tailless monkey dies, he becomes dust.

Pelevin doesn't seem to get the sort of press he deserves, especially considering how popular Murakami is nowadays. The comparisons are inevitable, and hell, Pelevin even namechecks Murakami here. While also naming his characters Adele and a Russian translation of Sasha Grey. And werewolves. And a "right-wing liberal" (because Russia) who gets snotty about not getting flogged hard enough during his escort services. And lots of letters to and from a sister who's working as a werefox-prostitute in

Viktor Pelevin has given us a delightful critique of modern Russia inside a love story, which is inside a fairy tale, which is inside a meditation on the Tao, or perhaps it is the meditation on the Tao that is inside the fairy tale, which is inside the love story contained in a critique of modern Russia. Whichever way the elements of this magical narrative nest, the matruschka-doll nature of the novel is appropriate to the subject. What that subject may be is a bit harder to describe, since what

This book's beginning is very promising and highly original. A werewolf does make an appearance eventually, but the main heroine is a werefox and werefoxes are a very interesting, hitherto unknown (to me) breed. The translation seems excellent, with lots of word play rendered v. deftly in English. There is a compelling love story, and a lot of imaginative sex scenes (and I do mean imaginative!! Let me just allude to the importance of the tail in a werefox's life in general and sexual passion in

I'm enjoying this so far. It seems to be a perfect follow-up to Lolita, which I just finished, and which it is constantly referencing.

This was a bit of a grind, and I really didn't enjoy the central love story - which is a lot of the book unfortunately. Romance and sex are written at the level I'd imagine finding in a Fifty Shades book, really cringey.Overall I didn't really enjoy it until the third act when all the philosophy throughout comes to a head. That portion of the book redeemed my efforts for the most part.

I read this book twice and I still love it. It is fooling the reader with its fake depth and sarcasm turning to be very sensitive (and sensible) and prophetic. It feels like a dialogue with a well-educated person. It gives me the kind inner peace and clarity of mind I usually get after a two-week vacation. Have I mentioned the sarcasm?