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  • Published: 17 November 2016
  • ISBN: 9781448163588
  • Imprint: Vintage Digital
  • Format: EBook
  • Pages: 256

Penguin Lost




'A darkly comic and offbeat journey. P-p-p-pick it up!' - Scotsman

Viktor – last seen in Death and the Penguin fleeing Mafia vengeance on an Antarctica-bound flight booked for Penguin Misha – seizes a heaven-sent opportunity to return to Kiev with a new identity. Clear now as to the enormity of abandoning Misha, then convalescent from a heart-transplant, Viktor determines to make amends. Viktor falls in with a Mafia boss who engages him to help in his election campaign, then introduces him to men who might further his search for Misha, said to be in a private zoo in Chechnya.

What ensues is for Viktor both a quest and an odyssey of atonement, and, for the reader, an experience as rich, topical and illuminating as Death and the Penguin.

  • Published: 17 November 2016
  • ISBN: 9781448163588
  • Imprint: Vintage Digital
  • Format: EBook
  • Pages: 256

About the author

Andrey Kurkov

Andrey Kurkov was born in St Petersburg in 1961. Having graduated from the Kiev Foreign Languages Institute, he worked for some time as a journalist, did his military service as a prison warder in Odessa, then became a writer of screenplays and author of critically acclaimed and popular novels, including the bestselling Death and the Penguin. Kurkov has long been a respected commentator on Ukraine for the world’s media, notably in the UK, France, Germany and the States.

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Praise for Penguin Lost

Death and the Penguin was praised for its brutal humour, tender humanity and all-out guts. Penguin Lost is a sequel equally superlative and twice as readable

Ink

Delicious – when Viktor finally finds Misha it is as if Woody Allen had gone to meet Kurtz

Spectator

Rich, authentic and entertaining

New Statesman

There is more magic in his realism than in a library of witches and wizards

Scotland on Sunday

This grotesque post-Soviet world is tinged with Dostoevskian absurdity

Independent