There are books whose plot, in retelling, sounds like feverish nonsense. Dark Lord Darth Vader on an Imperial cruiser gets sent to Earth in 1941? Joseph Stalin forms an alliance with Darth Vader?! Imperial stormtroopers fight heroically alongside Red Army soldiers against Wehrmacht troops??? With such a plot, there’s a 99.9% chance it will be monstrous grandiosity. And only one hundredth of a percent that it turns out to be a subtle, right on the edge parody—of those books about “sending someone to Stalin,” and of cosmic science fiction in the spirit of Star Wars. But the most surprising thing is that at some point this spirited ironic burlesque, balancing between trash and farce, becomes more than just a parody—and the author, without changing his facial expression, starts talking about serious matters…
As everyone knows, Russia has two exits: either we fix everything ourselves, or aliens will arrive and help—where the fantastical version is the first one. So here’s the thing: Dubchek’s book isn’t fantastical; the fantasy was our past. But maybe it will help make our future fantastical.