Glukhovsky, Dmitry (translated by Natasha Randall)
Gollancz, 2009 (originally published 2007)
ISBN: 978 0575086241
I gotta say, I’m lovin’ the sheer Russian-ness of this book. You remember when I was trying to read that Solzhenitsyn book The Cancer Ward, and it kept defeating me? Well, this was something else entirely. Seriously cublings, it’s so good! Admittedly, it’s taken me a while to read it, but that’s more me than it is the book. There’s a lot of stuff going down in Mama Wolf’s world at the moment, but instead of boring you with that, I’ll suffice to say that this book has been a nice little break from reality.
Just a note here – I decided not to make this review into a Word vs. Image challenge, even though this is kind of a special circumstance. As far as I’m aware, Metro 2033 hasn’t been made into a movie, but it has been made into a game; the game came out a few years ago now, but I still remember watching my Lad play it (I don’t possess the manual dexterity or nerves of steel for FPS-type games – hacking madly with a sword from a distance is about my limit). It was certainly true to the books claustrophobic, terrifying feel; beasties leaping out at you from all angles. If you’re keen to read about the novel as a game, you can do so here.
Getting back to the ‘break from reality’ thing, I think that that’s mainly because it’s so bleak. I’d really challenge anyone with a skerrick of imagination to think that they’d had a bad day after reading about daily life in the Moscow subways after the Nuclear Apocalypse as Glukhovsky imagines it. You feel tired just thinking about it. And as much as I love pork and mushrooms, I think that I’d be weeping after a few months of only eating that – let alone years. Read the rest of this entry