Piercing and paradoxical, like life itself, the fifth novel by the not-very-well-known Russian émigré writer remains little known even today. In the 1930s, literary critics called Gaito Gazdanov and Vladimir Nabokov “the most promising writers of the young generation.” Years of danger and deprivation in the writer’s life—more like a struggle for dual (as Gazdanov himself put it) physical and spiritual survival—created a true phenomenon: sharply ironic and gently lyrical prose.