In this book, a sick neighbor causes a speech impediment, a pediatrician steals souls for the devil and reappears 50 years later as a sales clerk, and the best thing about a marriage is a cabinet with "Hoffmanesque legs." No, this isn't a teaser; reading the book won't tell you why. Cause and effect, time, and other features that are helpful to creating meaning in a narrative are abandoned. Its absurdity is "a canny mockery of the Soviet world" according to the introduction, but the dedication "To Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann's radiant memory" should have warned me that this canny mockery is not for me.