By Lev Golinkin
A compelling tale of 2 intertwined trips: a Jewish refugee kinfolk fleeing persecution and a tender guy looking to reclaim a shattered prior. within the twilight of the chilly struggle (the overdue 1980s), nine-year outdated Lev Golinkin and his kinfolk move the Soviet border with basically ten suitcases, $600, and the obscure promise of support looking ahead to in Vienna. Years later, Lev, now an American grownup, units out to retrace his family's lengthy trek, find the strangers who fought for his freedom, and within the strategy, achieve a destiny via realizing his past.
Lev Golinkin's memoir is the bright, darkly comedian, and poignant tale of a tender boy within the complicated and sometimes chilling ultimate decade of the Soviet Union. it is also the tale of Lev Golinkin, the yank guy who eventually confronts his buried previous via returning to Austria and jap Europe to trace down the strangers who made his break out attainable . . . and say thanks. Written with biting, acerbic wit and emotional honesty within the vein of Gary Shteyngart, Jonathan Safran Foer, and David Bezmozgis, Golinkin's look for own id set opposed to the relentless currents of heritage is greater than a memoir—it's a portrait of a misplaced period. it is a exciting story of break out and survival, a deeply own examine the lifetime of a Jewish baby stuck within the final gasp of the Soviet Union, and a provocative research into the facility of hatred and the hunt for belonging. Lev Golinkin achieves an awesome feat—and it marks the debut of a fiercely clever, defiant, and unforgettable new voice.
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