Victor Pelevin may be a literary genius. He has written one of the most spiritually satisfying novels ever about wily werefoxes, interspecies sex, kleptocracy, and the joys of methamphetamines. It's also pretentious, perverse, purile, and exasperating. Yet none of that stops it from saving your sullied soul. Sticky fur and a dash of satori—what more could you ask for?
—recommended by Doug, City Lights Books
The world's first Zen Buddhist paranormal romance-published to coincide with Halloween
One of the most progressive writers at work today, Victor Pelevin's comic inventiveness has won him comparisons to Kafka, Calvino, and Gogol, and Time has described him as a "psychedelic Nabokov for the cyberage." In The Sacred Book of the Werewolf, a smash success in Russia and Pelevin's first novel in six years, paranormal meets transcendental with a splash of satire as A Hu-Li, a two-thousand-year-old shape-shifting werefox from ancient China meets her match in Alexander, a Wagner-addicted werewolf who's the key figure in Russia's Big Oil. Both a supernatural love story and an outrageously funny send-up of modern Russia, this stunning and ingenious work of the imagination is the sharpest novel to date from Russia's most gifted literary malcontent.