A brilliant new translation of a perennial favorite of Russian literature

The first major Russian novel, A Hero of Our Time was both lauded and reviled upon publication. Its dissipated hero, twenty-five-year-old Pechorin, is a beautiful and magnetic but nihilistic young army officer, bored by life and indifferent to his many sexual conquests. Chronicling his unforgettable adventures in the Caucasus involving brigands, smugglers, soldiers, rivals, and lovers, this classic tale of alienation influenced Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, and Chekhov in Lermontov’s own century, and finds its modern-day counterparts in Anthony Burgess’s A Clockwork Orange, the novels of Chuck Palahniuk, and the films and plays of Neil LaBute.

«…у меня поселилась тетка. Она старая-престарая, нос у ней длинный и большой, походка мелкая и колеблющаяся… Но у ней большое горе, и она вечно вздыхает. Какое горе? – Я не признаю это горем: у ней есть сын, очень молодой человек, и этот молодой человек на далеком севере. Мало ли молодых людей на далеком севере!.. А между тем она мне надрывает душу своими стенаниями и тем рассеянным и тяжелым взглядом своим, который не сводит по целым часам с его писем, с его фотографии, с его наивных игрушек, уцелевших от мирного детства…»

Some people say Anna Karenina is the single greatest novel ever written, which makes about as much sense to me as trying to determine the world's greatest color. But there is no doubt that Anna Karenina, generally considered Tolstoy's best book, is definitely one ripping great read. Anna, miserable in her loveless marriage, does the barely thinkable and succumbs to her desires for the dashing Vronsky. I don't want to give away the ending, but I will say that 19th-century Russia doesn't take well to that sort of thing.