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Soviet greyness, literary mediocrity and hot dates

A review of Twilight of the Eastern Gods, by Ismail Kadare. Women rescue this Virgilian tour through Khruschev’s Russia

9 August 2014

9:00 AM

9 August 2014

9:00 AM

Twilight of the Eastern Gods Ismail Kadare

Canongate, pp.192, £16.99, ISBN: 9780802123114

Right at the outset of this autobiographical novel — in fact it reads more like a memoir — Ismail Kadare sets up his stall as a lover of women. His lust even permeates his similes: ‘… that particular path, like some women who, though not beautiful, possess a hidden charm…’ and that’s only the walk to the post office.

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Available from the Spectator Bookshop, £15.29, Tel: 08430 600033. Ranjit Bolt is a playwright and translator and the author of Losing It, a novel in verse.

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