“Spectacular.”—NPR • “Uproariously funny.”—
The Boston Globe
• “An artistic triumph.”—
San Francisco Chronicle
• “A novel in which comedy and pathos are exquisitely balanced.”—
The Washington Post
• “Shteyngart’s best book.”—
The Seattle Times
The bestselling author of
Super Sad True Love Story
returns with a biting, brilliant, emotionally resonant novel very much of our times.
NAMED ONE OF THE TEN BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY
SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE
AND MAUREEN CORRIGAN, NPR’S
FRESH AIR
AND NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY
The New York Times Book Review
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O: The Oprah Magazine
Mother Jones
Glamour
Library Journal
Kirkus Reviews
Newsday
• Pamela Paul, KQED •
Financial Times
The Globe and Mail
Narcissistic, hilariously self-deluded, and divorced from the real world as most of us know it, hedge-fund manager Barry Cohen oversees $2.4 billion in assets. Deeply stressed by an SEC investigation and by his three-year-old son’s diagnosis of autism, he flees New York on a Greyhound bus in search of a simpler, more romantic life with his old college sweetheart. Meanwhile, his super-smart wife, Seema—a driven first-generation American who craved the picture-perfect life that comes with wealth—has her own demons to face. How these two flawed characters navigate the Shteyngartian chaos of their own making is at the heart of this piercing exploration, a poignant tale of familial longing and an unsentimental ode to America.
LONGLISTED FOR THE CARNEGIE MEDAL FOR EXCELLENCE IN FICTION
“The fuel and oxygen of immigrant literature—movement, exile, nostalgia, cultural disorientation—are what fire the pistons of this trenchant and panoramic novel. . . . [It is] a novel so pungent, so frisky and so intent on probing the dissonances and delusions—both individual and collective—that grip this strange land getting stranger.”
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The
New York Times Book Review
“Shteyngart, perhaps more than any American writer of his generation, is a natural. He is light, stinging, insolent and melancholy. . . . The wit and the immigrant’s sense of heartbreak—he was born in Russia—just seem to pour from him. The idea of riding along behind Shteyngart as he glides across America in the early age of Trump is a propitious one. He doesn’t disappoint.”
The New York Times