Picked this up at a local library. Kind of odd seeing that this is the only Yevgeny Yevtushenko's work there when he's more famous for his poems.
Ardabiola is fantastical story about Ardabiev, a scientist who managed to criss-cross the genes of a rare species of flower from the Siberia with that of an African fly. The offspring is a flower that contains an elixir-like healing quality that can cure cancer.
For some reason, I felt as if that this novel is half-written. Characters come and go without any apparent reason. So does the points of view, which changes between characters in each chapter, such as Ardabiev's father, a gang of hooligans and a girl whom featured prominently in the opening chapter only to disappear from the rest of the book. It feels aimless, held on by a thin plot that loosely connects all the characters.
We are able to get a glimpse of Soviet life during the late 70s though, before the Perestroika. No, this is not a novel about dissidents suffering under the system, but simply ordinary Russians going on with their life. Another thing that I found odd is that even the non-intelligentsia, like rail workers, are able to recite famous poems as if those are lyrics of popular songs. I don't know whether Yevtushenko paints a near Utopian picture of Soviet society, but I read somewhere (I think it's in Benedict Anderson's memoir) that Russians had this tradition of memorizing famous poems, like Muslims memorizing verses from the Quran. That might not be true now, or the late Benedict Anderson observation cannot be generalized to the whole of society, but the thought of ordinary people being appreciative of 'high culture' is still nice.