Pulp Fiction for the Summer

The dogged Russophile tromps across the soft, hot sand. Vacationers are dozing through The Da Vinci Code, spilling their cold beer on a Michael Connelly thriller, or wading through Bill Clinton’s new memoir, My Life. The Russophile smirks with self-satisfaction. He is tackling “real literature” this summer – his left shoulder groans under the weight of a musty, dog-eared copy of War and Peace...

It doesn’t have to be like this! It’s time for the Russophile to get beyond Tolstoy (who really is better when the ground is covered with snow, not sand). Therefore, we offer this summer reading tip sheet for demanding Russophiles.

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