Vladimir Sorokin’s new novel is a look at Europe’s future which, despite dramatic changes in the world and in the structure of the human, seems very familiar and real. The recognizable and the unrecognizable live side by side peacefully on a vivid tapestry of the New Middle Ages, populated by dogheads and centaurs, small people and giants, crusaders and Orthodox communists. Among infinitely different large and small peoples, rearranged and divided anew into principalities, khanates, republics, and kingdoms, as in the Middle Ages of the past millennium, there is one common thing: the search for the Absolute, for the Kingdom of God on earth. Only now the eyes of those seeking are not turned to the Kingdom of Presbyter John, but to the Republic of Telluria—to its deposits of a magical metal that brings happiness.