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Original Title:	Москва — Петушки
ISBN:	0810112000 (ISBN13: 9780810112001)
Edition Language:	English
Setting:	Petushki(Russian Federation) U.S.S.R.

Moscow to the End of the Line

Venedikt Erofeev

Paperback | Pages: 164 pages

Rating: 4.05 | 8523 Users | 368 Reviews

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Title	:	Moscow to the End of the Line
Author	:	Venedikt Erofeev
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	First Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 164 pages
Published	:	July 1st 1992 by Northwestern University Press (first published 1969)
Categories	:	Cultural. Russia. Fiction. Literature. Russian Literature. Classics

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Genre of drinking songs is known since the ancient times and by writing his drinking poem Venedikt Erofeev managed to widen boundaries of the genre significantly. Moscow to the End of the Line is written in a gloomy but frilly vers libre. The protagonist awakens to a fine and crisp morning full of freshness…

Oh, that morning burned in the heart! Oh, the illusory nature of calamity. Oh, the irretrievable! What’s worse about this burden which no one has yet called by any name, what’s worse – paralysis, or nausea? Nervous exhaustion or mortal sorrow somewhere in the region of the heart? But, if that all equal, then all the same what’s worse about it – tetanus, or fever?

And using commuter rail the hero embarks on the epochal suburban journey. And some local travels can be much more exotic than any voyages around the world… While travelling one may encounter a lot of intriguing fellow commuters…

The other passengers looked at me almost indifferently with their round, vacant eyes. I like that. I like that my country’s people have such empty, bulging eyes. This instills in me a feeling of legitimate pride. You can imagine what the eyes are like where everything is bought and sold – deeply hidden, secretive, predatory and frightened. Devaluation, unemployment, pauperism… People look at you distrustfully, with restless anxiety and torment. That’s the kind of eyes they have in the world of Filthy Lucre.

And the travelled distance corresponds to the consumed liquor… And the more one drinks the stranger becomes the world and the more enigmatic turns reality…

If I should ever have any children, I’ll hang on their wall a portrait of the Procurator of Judaea, Pontius Pilate, so that they will grow up neat and clean. Procurator Pontius Pilate standing there washing his hands – that’s the right kind of portrait.

Even the most hopeless boozers must have their romantic ideals…

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I had heard good references about the book. I heard that it is a peculiar test of intelligence and humor. Could I miss the opportunity to join the circles of people with unconventional thinking, peculiar humor and refined taste? No, no, I couldnt. And the book had been waiting on my Kindle for a while, the soul was sad and journey long. So on my bus from Liepāja to Rīga, I let Venichka share the path. But what a shame, what a disaster. I think I didnt get the book. Even more, I dont remember get

Astounding. Not much like anything else I've ever read. Echoes of Kafka and Bulgakov, but mainly reminded me of one of my fave movies - (view spoiler)[Jim Jarmusch's "Dead Man" (hide spoiler)] - a surreal journey through... where exactly? to... where exactly? and populated by weird/wonderful minor characters with their own "business". Delving into the world of alcoholics' bewildering/bewildered dialogue was both very well done in itself and also served perfectly for the fractured narrative.

If an epic can be brief then this is one Erofeevs drunken journey to the end of the Moscow train line, stuffed with thoughts and ponderings true, tragic and hilarious. The first thing that strikes the reader is the overriding compulsion to make sense of the world to catalog, categorize and assign values to things. It starts in on page one and pretty much follows on every page:One of my acquaintances says that Coriander vodka has an antihuman effect on a person; that is, it strengthens all the

Example of the Old Russia, Long GoneA drunken novel about a drunk who ends up being beaten to death. The back cover describes it as a "classic novel of Russian humor and social commentary.""Russian humor" in this sense seems to mean: wildly associative and perversely dissociative; unpleasantly sarcastic; bitter to a fault, irreproachably, impeccably pessimistic; voluptuously black; giddy in its drunken embrace of hopelessness of all kinds. Any book that opens with this line: "The first edition

Genre of drinking songs is known since the ancient times and by writing his drinking poem Venedikt Erofeev managed to widen boundaries of the genre significantly. Moscow to the End of the Line is written in a gloomy but frilly vers libre.The protagonist awakens to a fine and crisp morning full of freshnessOh, that morning burned in the heart! Oh, the illusory nature of calamity. Oh, the irretrievable! Whats worse about this burden which no one has yet called by any name, whats worse paralysis,

Oh, crap, another Russian writer without a beard! It always makes me so sad. Like seeing a squirrel without a tail. It seems unnatural, unfair. Freakish.I'm impressed by his attempt at a Clark Gable 'stache though.So in the little bit of research I did on this book I found that it's considered a "postmodernist prose poem" which I didn't necessarily pick up on while I was reading it. (The "poem" bit, I mean - the "postmodernist" part was quite evident.) Now I'm not sure what to think. I feel like

Venedikt Erofeev wrote two books, of which Moscow to the End of the Line was first. The second book was misplaced before it could be published, or even distributed via samizdat network. "Moscow-Petushki," the original title, chronicals the travels, both psychological and psychological, of Venya, a 30 year old "Kid" who has recently lost his job as the supervisor of a cable fitting crew who spent all of their labors laying a single section of pipe over and over again. They worked so slowly that