This book is a joy to read. Khvylovy is a satirist of the same calibre as, if not greater than, M. Bulgakov. By way of a different comparison, it has been said that this neoromantic is the Ukrainian Pilnyak, which is to say that it isn’t only his cutting wit and political awareness which make Khvylovy a must-read author. Surprisingly, he’s received almost no attention outside of Ukraine and Russia.
The stories range from clever denouncements of homo sovieticus, hypocritical, pseudo-intellectual types, as in ‘Ivan Ivanovich,’ to serious psychological struggles involving matricide, treachery, and the new religion in ‘Myself’ (Romantica).
The greatest of these is ‘A Sentimental Tale,’ which so gripped and entranced me that I felt that I was reading for the first time- that it would injure me to stop. Everything in it is perfect and no word superfluous. Sublime romance, transfiguration, humor, political commentary, and excursions into the surreal meet here and as if you were reading Pushkin, every paragraph could be carved into stone. Khvylovy is not merely the Ukrainian Pilnyak, his style is wonderfully unique.
Not only Khvylovy the writer, but Khvylovy the revolutionary hero who said that he would appeal directly to Stalin if his party membership was revoked all the while being denounced by the party while criticizing it and maintaining an adversarial relationship with Moscow, leading the Ukrainian Literary Revolution, preaching a messianic and unorthodox communism, clinging to his blue commune behind the hill, is seen. In this work these two faces of this remarkable man are inseparable, though the 1931-1933 period show that he could hide the latter.
For the joy of reading, for the joy of thinking, this collection is a triumph of the highest order.