Honey for the Bears
"There are so few certainly interesting novels round that we should cheer each time one turns up. non-stop, fizzing power. . . .Honey for the Bears is a triumph."—Kingsley Amis, New York Times
A sharply written satire, Honey for the Bears sends an unassuming antiques broker, Paul Hussey, to Russia to do one ultimate deal at the black marketplace as a desire for a useless friend's spouse. Even at the ship's voyage throughout, the Russian sensibility starts to pervade: plenty of secrets and techniques and plenty of vodka. whilst his American spouse is tormented by a painful rash and he's interrogated at his resort by way of Soviet brokers who be aware of that he's attempting to promote trendy artificial clothes to the hundreds starved for model, his precarious internal stability is thrown off for reliable. extra drink follows, discoveries of his wife's illicit affair with one other girl, and his personal submerged sexual emotions come breaking in the course of the floor, effervescent up in Russian champagne and caviar.
shape, made his fake announcement; he used to be coming into Russia as a legal. The Russians have been a truly ethical humans. ‘And,’ stated extremely smart Belinda, ‘I doubt if we’ll locate a lot gaiety within the People’s Paradise. It’s all chess, isn’t it? Chess and canteen tea.’ Tea: that was once continuously a pejorative time period along with her, a real daughter of Massachusetts. ‘Slopping tables,’ she went on, her mouth stretched to the lipstick, ‘the clack of ping-pong bats within the distance. Baked beans on toast.’ There they have been, the previous.
consistently keen to shop for, you spot, yet they by no means have any prepared money. they appear to spend all of it on drink.’ A thinner sister got here damn in addition to syringes, pleased notwithstanding and buzzing anything basic. ‘Alex,’ acknowledged Paul, frowning at this, ‘keeps promising to place me involved with humans. yet I’m nonetheless waiting,’ he complained. ‘This is a poor position for placing issues off.’ ‘All lifestyles is placing issues off,’ stated Belinda sententiously. Paul inspiration he heard a faint far-off reducing of a.
numerous thousand toes of a few epic of the steppes in the course of a gala functionality or whatever; now she helped freshen up the tiny workshops of the Children’s Technical Station on the Kirov Works membership. Ah, Russia. Paul walked close to the thirty-acre 9th of January Park, the place the staff of the Narvskaya Zastaya had assembled to take a petition to the Tsar and were shot down as a substitute. (The narrow glossy topboots, the cautious objective, the Eisenstein black holes of bloody mouths and the cracked steel-rimmed.
around the room, not often capable of imagine yet not likely eager to: his mind performed a type of solitaire with all glossy picture-cards—Hussey as Queen and Knave more often than not, protecting unusual items of spurious vintage curiosity, yet Hussey additionally as Mr Horsebrass The Curio guy, bowing prettily with an empty store in the back of him: empty, empty, empty, ah God. Then a wild Joker with previous testomony Fagin face. enable her get on with it then, my previous mate: I by no means enjoyed her besides. i'm hoping you’ll be at liberty yet i'm hoping you’ll wake.
attempting to listen it in his head. ‘There may indeed,’ acknowledged leave out Travers quickly. ‘That piece will be Kolokol, Opus sixty four. The rot already atmosphere in, the ghastly computer virus of formalism biting him. He’d already been warned,’ she acknowledged sternly, as if she herself had performed the caution, ‘but he persevered in experimenting with sonorities. He used the 12-tone system, he attempted microtonalism, even multilinear counterpoint of a hugely chromatic variety. And this at a time while his local Leningrad was once.