This strange, ironic, and oddly sweet Strugatsky bros. novel follows the same theme as "Childhood's End," while also providing
the (non-Russian) reader with a good appreciation of the different requirements Soviet writers faced in the Brezhnev era.
It's a cracker of a novel, with much partying and vodka-drinking, government corruption, and chilling glimpses of an alien race that, in the classic vein, are "stealing" our children for their own unknown (possibly malevolent?) purposes.
Of course, there is the standard eye-wash about freeing society from the "cult of personality" (a veiled reference not only to Kruschev but also, I believe, to Stalin's cultural grip), but the slogans don't get in the way of the story. Which story is stunning
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Like the best Strugatsky bros.' work, this book reads like a story told to you by a Russian friend, who is somewhat jaded, intelligent enough to know how little he understands, and who personifies the Muscovite spirit of "smoke, drink and eat now, who knows what will happen tomorrow..."