“The Russian soul is well suited to a style defined by dark, hard-edged moodiness in underground settings. With St. Petersburg, the tsar’s ‘Window on Europe’, we get European-style existential angst as well—not to mention the scary...
It was eight years since Patrick had vanished leaving his pitiful note, 'I'm sorry but I can't bear it any longer. Don't be angry with me, Patrick. Now it seemed, he had returned — just in time to claim the family inheritance. But if Patrick...