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Synopsis Misha Vainberg is rich, Russian, and deeply in love with a girl from the Bronx. His attempts to get to New York ultimately
deposit him in Absurdistan, a country as chaotic and exhilarating as this satire.
Review As far as narrators go, obese and obscenely wealthy Russian Jews with a malformed khui and a weakness for Puma tracksuits are a relatively rare find. While parts of Jonathan Safran Foer's Everything Is Illuminated are told by a sloppy Slav who boasts an unlikely passion for tracksuits, he is impoverished and Ukrainian. Philip Roth's
perennial narrator, Nathan Zuckerman, is overweight but barely wealthy. Gary Shteyngart's Misha Borishov Vainberg, on the other hand, is a garganutan, Russian,
millionaire Jew — and the narrator of Shteyngart's satirical novel, Absurdistan.
Like Shteyngart's debut novel, The Russian Debutante's Handbook, the plot of Absurdistan is at once straightforward and madcap. Misha Vainberg of St. Petersburg, Russia, wants to get to America, to the Bronx in
particular, where his Latina stripper/Hunter College-student girlfriend, Rouenna, awaits him. Sadly, as Misha is the son of Boris Vainberg, oligarch and murderer
of an Oklahoman businessman, the U.S. Department of State refuses to issue him the necessary visas. In the end, Misha decides to travel to Absurdistan to buy a Belgian passport from
a crooked ambassador. In short order, Rouenna leaves him, he falls in love with an NYU-educated Absurdi girl, and civil war
breaks out. These facts are incidental, as the plot serves as a skeleton on which to drape kilos of jokes, puns, allusions,
rap lyrics, pathos, and graphic scenes of fat sex. Shteyngart's humor clashes stereotypes together like cymbals, providing
a sweeping indictment of everything from gluttony to Halliburton. Sturgeon juice runs in sheets down Misha's many chins, while
greedy Texas oilmen concoct the demise of a small Eastern European republic. In Absurdistan, American Express has a private army, and US-style Irish pubs do brisk business while bombs fall. Meanwhile, Misha speaks in ebonics, discusses
the hipsterification of Williamsburg, Brooklyn, and pops improbable dosages of Ativan.
Weighing over 300 pounds, Vainberg has no difficulty embodying many of the novel's central themes — the hereditary nature
of sin, the cupidity of capitalism, and the absurdity of human endeavor. Such a hefty conceit gives Shteyngart all the ammunition
he needs to mock a society where the motto seems to be "bigger, better, faster, fatter, more." - Joshua David Stein
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