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480 pages, Paperback
First published April 11, 2013
He was an almost comically unlikeable character, this Lenin, as Horace told his fellow workers at Fabergé. He'd lived abroad until April, and hated all the home-grown revolutionaries he'd found here on his return, and wanted to steal their triumph from them. His head was polished smooth like a billiard ball... and who hated music because, he said, it made him want to say kind, stupid things, and pat people's heads, when what you wanted to do nowadays was beat them without mercy.Needless to say, this one was more historically accurate than Tsarina but I wish it had that book's plot constancy (but please no magic eggs, thank you very much). I'm not sure whether to applaud Bennett for not giving a definite position on certain issues, just as her characters would have been confused by a man such as Grigori Rasputin, or if it would've been better she showed he did have affairs but not with the empress.
What Horace said... whenever the conversation turned to the Revolution was 'fine words butter no parsnips.' And he was right. Inna couldn't help noticing that Madame Leman cooked soup for midday, on good days, if there were cabbages or potatoes on sale.The one character here with definite traits is Yasha, the only one who's perspective really gets into the motives of the revolutionaries, but - like Kestrel in The Winner's Curse - I did not like him with Inna having sex for no apparent reason.
Pavlov, a Nobel scientist growing his own carrots and potatoes; poor old professor Gezekhus, blown up with hunger.... or Nastya, the teenage daughter of the family upstairs, who'd taken to hanging around outside on the street, not with the icons and pearl brooches... but with her cheeks boldly rouged and a pinched look on her face. How long before Agrippina went the same way? How long before she herself...
Perhaps it was only because of her secret with Yasha - that snatched other life with her lover, experienced in minutes and whispers and kisses in that roon, in the dust and dark, by lamplight, which she hardly dared call to mind here in front of her husband - that Inna could even begin to understand that, in a different way, she also, secretly yet profoundly, desired that Stradivarius of Yousoupoff's.
Overall, I was disappointed, but I see potential in this author with a better story to tell, hopefully with less love triangle.