A powerful story of metaphysical adventure.
A thrilling manhunt through the taiga.
As good as Stendhal or Tolstoy . . . I would rather read him than anyone else now writing
One of the significant novelists of our age.
Makine packs great steppes-full of history into compact, bejewelled boxes of prose.
Makine's wonderful economy of image and phrase convey far more than one could think possible about the Russian soul.
Masterful . . . Makine has been justly compared with Tolstoy, but here I think the better reference is Joseph Conrad.
Pleasingly clever stuff . . . has an ambition of romantic grandeur that feels genuinely, soulfully Russian.