As Dubravka Ugresic's book reminds us, the world is built on myths & stories - old myths that have been pushed aside, but like grandmothers, retain surprising power. Shake them up, turn them inside out, and they can still bring light to dark places. Growing old, as my 80 year old mother often says, is not for the fainthearted. When I have tried to get friends to read this book (and I want everyone I know to read it) I explain that it is a surreal, imaginative, humorous re-working of the Russian mytho of Baba Yaga to tell a new story about old age, I'm not sure I am selling it. Somehow, this brilliant writer manages to gather in friendship, old age, sex, women & men, the body, power, the Balkans, America, obsessions with health and vitamins, the seige of Sarajevo, literary fandom and exile all in one wild ride of a story. The book is shaped like a tryptich, and is one that can be read in a gulp and then returned to and savored. A reminder in a world where everything is increasingly the same that many wonders still remain.