First Canadian edition. A near fine copy in a VG+ dust jacket. Toning to the pages. The dust jacket is soiled at its panels. Rubs to its spine tips and corners.
This book was a bit confounding. The first two thirds are very much like Sherwood Anderson on quaaludes, but then there is a sudden Bulgakov turn to things that didn't ever quite work for me. I suppose I should have paid attention to the "a parable" subtitle, which appears here on Goodreads but not anywhere in the book itself.
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