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Original Title:	Чапаев и Пустота
ISBN:	0141002328 (ISBN13: 9780141002323)
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Literary Awards:	International Dublin Literary Award Nominee for Shortlist (2001)

Buddha's Little Finger

Victor Pelevin

Paperback | Pages: 352 pages

Rating: 4.26 | 4611 Users | 215 Reviews

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Title	:	Buddha's Little Finger
Author	:	Victor Pelevin
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Special Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 352 pages
Published	:	December 1st 2001 by Penguin Books (first published 1996)
Categories	:	Fiction. Cultural. Russia. Literature. Russian Literature

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Russian novelist Victor Pelevin is rapidly establishing himself as one of the most brilliant young writers at work today. His comic inventiveness and mind-bending talent prompted Time magazine to proclaim him a "psychedelic Nabokov for the cyber-age." In his third novel, Buddha's Little Finger, Pelevin has created an intellectually dazzling tale about identity and Russian history, as well as a spectacular elaboration of Buddhist philosophy. Moving between events of the Russian Civil War of 1919 and the thoughts of a man incarcerated in a contemporary Moscow psychiatric hospital, Buddha's Little Finger is a work of demonic absurdism by a writer who continues to delight and astonish.

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Weird, deeply weird. Multiple storylines, interludes from other points of view, philosophy and history all rolled into one. The main character, Pyotr Voyd (the name is no accident), is in a present-day mental hospital, but he's also living a life in early-20th century Russia as an associate of Chapaev (an actual historical figure). Or is that just Pyotr's delusion? Does he need to be cured or does the rest of the world?I'm not much for philosophy, and I admit that my knowledge of Russian history

one of my all time favourites, fantastic masterpiece, hats off!

One of my favourite books of all time. A mind-blowing, orgiastic blend of Buddhist philosophy and Russian humour, with so much depth you could read it a hundred times and still miss something. I only wish my Russian were good enough to allow me to read it in the original and understand the many allusions to modern Russian life. Even in translation, this is a work on consummate genius, and it's astonishing that Pelevin isn't better known in the West.

Fun read, the idea that a patient suffering from delusions can be humoured until his psyche reintergrates strikes me as bizarre. However the journey through the various delusions and the characters that reside there is interesting. Often wondered where the delusions were set, was it in a Russia that had ever existed?.

Quite simply an amazing novel written by a virtuoso writer. Pelevin ranges easily into the mystical without ever straining this reader's credulity. It's as if he knows his way around. Maybe he does.

There are .. writers. And then there is Pelevin. He is unique. Do not attempt to read it if you cannot grasp the basic concepts of oriental mysticism and never been exposed to Teachings of Zen, Buddhism ,Advaita etc. You may find yourself hating the book and being unable to grasp any sense or any meaning in it. I seen that a lot. All Pelevin's books are very profound. Or almost all anyway. Back in a days he was the one whose books taught me a lot. Spirituality of a purest probe with mundane and

A Dialectical ComedyVictor Pelevin has created a dialectical dream-world: two opposing dreams contained within each other, dreamed by the same protagonist. In one, he suffers the traumas and excitements of the Russian Revolution. In the other, after the collapse of the Soviet Union, he undergoes therapy for "split false-personalities" and loss of memory. He attempts to find himself, or Russia as the case may be, in both dreams. "The Russian people realised very long ago that life is no more than