Din recenzia de pe Blogul FanSF:
''Ce mi-a plăcut la Arkadi Reanko a fost modul cum a fost construit de autor. Acesta n-a încercat să-l facă un supraom cu o viață fericită, plin de bogăție și cu femei care-i cad la picioare din cauză că este cel mai strălucitor anchetator al Rusiei. Ba din contră, nevasta îl înșală și bagă divorț de el din cauză că el refuză întruna să devină corupt ca să-i poată asigura ei condiții mai bune de trai. Se îndrăgostește de un dușman al poporului care nici nu știu cum de scapă de gheara KGB-ului atât de mult timp. Ii șicanează pe cei din KGB, dar scapă mereu datorită protecției oferite de mentorul său, Nikitin, și de procurorul-șef, Iamskoi. Este mucalit, ironic, nu acordă o atenție prea mare discuțiilor care i se par lipsite de importanță. În schimb, se dovedește a fi un copoi cu nas extrem de fin, care merge până în pânzele albe pentru a-și rezolva cazul, în ciuda tuturor avertismentelor pe care le primește pe parcurs''.
Mai multe, aici: http://wp.me/pz4D9-2mc.
Anyone not giving this the highest rating should perhaps read it again.
Back in 1979, when I was an undergrad economics student at Indiana University in Bloomington, one of my professors had just returned from a trip to the USSR. He couldn't stop ranting about how the USA had nothing to fear from that third world "shit hole" where people queued up for toilet paper. I blame the American military industrial complex for promoting this lie about the Soviet threat.
I read "Gorky Park" by Martin Cruz Smith when it first came out and loved it. Now, as part of my new fitness program, I'm doing a lot of brisk walking as my doctor said it would balance out my crazy amount of cycling. I hate walking and running, but if I have to, I want to make it count. So, on my walks, I've been listening to audiobooks. Unfortunately, I haven't found much in French and Spanish to improve my language skills, but I have plenty of English books. I've been listening to "Gorky Park" on my recent walks, and I have to admit that I didn't fully appreciate this book the first time around. The author's writing skill is evident in every paragraph.
I don't think the author had visited the Soviet Union before writing the novel, yet he seems to have completely captured the communist mentality. Maybe he served in the American military, where this extreme form of sycophantic careerism is the norm. The Soviet anti-hero in the book, Arkady Renko, is a police investigator who is almost reluctantly drawn into a murder investigation. He has no use for the communist party or its perks and promotions for the elite. Arkady hates the system, yet ironically, he is the best communist in the story, right down to the crappy Soviet cigarettes he smokes. The story in "Gorky Park" takes a backseat to the descriptions of Soviet life and the characters. But that doesn't mean the story is lacking; it's just that the protagonist steals the show in almost every passage.
There are countless memorable scenes in the book, and one of my favorites is when Arkady visits a friend who has just bought a new Soviet-made washing machine that he waited ten months for. "Very highly rated," his friend tells him, to which Arkady replies, "And not in the least bourgeois." Arkady is definitely not bourgeois, not in the least, and he continues to be unimpressed by the washer.
Misha had stuffed four underpants into the spin dryer. At that rate, Arkady estimated, moving laundry from the agitator tub to the spin dryer and on to the communal clothesline, a week's wash could be done in... a week.
The machine is a total piece of junk, and as he is showing Arkady how it works, it goes berserk and is on the verge of exploding before Arkady has the sense to pull the plug.
'A little problem, love,' Misha said. 'The washer isn't quite working.' 'That's all right. We can still show it to people.' She seemed genuinely content.
Don't ask me why - it's a long story - but on Sunday morning, I speed-read a chick lit novel called "Something Borrowed" that was apparently a bestseller and is now a movie. This book is hands down one of the worst pieces of crap I have ever read. I challenge anyone to find one paragraph that shows any writing skill, let alone a decent plot. The entire book reads like a run-on sentence written by a spoiled suburban teenager, which is probably not far from the truth. "Gorky Park" is probably classified as a thriller by librarians, but it completely transcends the genre. It was popular and, like the ridiculous chick lit novel, was made into a film, but the difference in artistic merit between these two books is staggering.