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Petersburg

Andrei Bely

Paperback | Pages: 384 pages

Rating: 3.97 | 4423 Users | 240 Reviews

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Original Title:	Петербург
ISBN:	0253202191 (ISBN13: 9780253202192)
Edition Language:	English

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Taking place over a short, turbulent period in 1905, 'Petersburg' is a colourful evocation of Russia's capital—a kaleidoscope of images and impressions, an eastern window on the west, a symbol of the ambiguities and paradoxes of the Russian character. History, culture, and politics are blended and juxtaposed; weather reports, current news, fashions and psychology jostle together with people from Petersburg society in an exhilarating search for the identity of a city and, ultimately, Russia itself. 'The one novel that sums up the whole of Russia.'—Anthony Burgess

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Title	:	Petersburg
Author	:	Andrei Bely
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	First Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 384 pages
Published	:	January 22nd 1979 by Indiana University Press (first published 1922)
Categories	:	Fiction. Cultural. Russia. Literature. Russian Literature. Classics

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A curious work. Something definitely out of the common groove. But it is a novel, and there is a story that does get told, albeit in a rather quirky way. When the pace is strong, it's good and fun to read; while at other times when the pace is slow, the author becomes somewhat self-indulgent: entertaining himself with mists and shadows and other unsubstantial things. Not bad, not great; 3.5-stars, we'll call it 4.

Yes, yes Andrei Bely, I shall plunge into your world of candy-coated crayons, supertzar Slavs, and sardine-can ordinance, of a père et fil in merry-go-round pursuit to discover and detonate the bomb. Lauded by Nabo, compressed and expanded, a slyly singsong cavalcade of daydream dalliance, mythomnemonic mayhem, and prancing prickliness, all coated with allusion and fired until the melancholic gloss shimmers like a midnight sunI am firm in my faith in Davey Boy, clan McClan, clan McDuff, to light

Yes, yes, yes, Nabokov said it was awesome and we can quote its patchwork beauty until the cows come home, but on a re-read I'd have to confess that this 'overlooked' classic isn't really all I remember it to be. Symbolist in a very peripheral sense, the novel fits neatly into a trend at the time of works on terrorism and anarchism, but deals with these matters only obliquely. Much of the narrative is given over to plodding, plotted mathematical details, mere routines and banalities that the

Wonderfully weird. Incredibly Russian. A tongue-in-cheek look at postmodernism (to some extent), but a masterful work of postmodernism in itself. I almost did my thesis on this book...the imagery and insane number of references to anything spherical (a ticking bomb and the rotating, thriving planet are the two driving forces of the story) has stayed with me for years. The translator's notes and the introduction are a MUST read!

I found an excerpt of this in some random Russian lit reader. Five pages and I was hooked. I scoured bookstores until I finally located it (at the time, I couldn't even find it at Amazon). And I devoured it.Like the works of Gogol, Bulgakov and Dostoevsky, Bely's writing seems to straddle the line of reality and the absurd. At times blatantly humours, at times deeply philosophical, this book represents what for me is darn close to the ideal novel.

A quick note on the four available translations: The first point is that there are two versions of this novel the original of 1916 and a later version from 1922. The 1922 version was heavily edited by the author, with significant portions of the text removed, mainly to make it easier to read. He removed many of the more experimental sections, and added clearer structure at the expense of some of his flights of fancy. The shorter version is about 380 pages in the Maguire, the longer is 570 in

It is a cliché that all drunk people think that they are wonderful company, that, in the moment, they see in their rambling, slurred, and often nonsensical conversation the brilliant holding forth of a world class orator. Unfortunately for me I have never suffered from this delusion. Whenever I get drunk I am fully aware of myself, fully conscious of the torrents of bullshit pouring from my mouth, I just dont seem to be able to stop the flow. Something happens when I drink, some kind of