This book is a sequel to the acclaimed 'Death and the Penguin' and ploughs much the same furrow. 'Chapters' are mere vignette slices-of-life and the packing of 106 chapters into 250 pages tells everything about the structure of the book. The protagonist Victor, owner of the lost penguin Misha, is caught in a web of (corrupt or corruptible) thugs, spivs, businessmen and politicians and we follow him on his journey from Antarctica to Kiev to Moscow to Chechnya to Kiev to Split to Argentina.
The appeal of the previous book lay in the originality of the absurd situations it described; such as a penguin being employed to attend funerals or undergoing heart surgery. However the lack of anything equivalent here, only serves to highlight that the book is peopled by stereotypical caricatures and the continuously-changing backdrop of locations is just one large expanse of stereotypical, East European grimness. In short, this book retreads the same ground as 'Death and the Penguin' but it is by no means its equal. For that reason, it is probably best left alone.