A perverse and delicious tell-all view of the Soviet elite in the 1920s. 

Perhaps only the impeccably perverse imagination of Curzio Malaparte could have conceived of The Kremlin Ball, which might be described as Proust in the corridors of Soviet powerMalaparte began this impertinent portrait of Russia''s Marxist aristocracy while he was working on The Skin, his story of American-occupied Naples, and after publishing Kaputt, his depiction of Europe in the hands of the Axis, thinking of this book as a another "picture of the truth" and a third panel in a great composition depicting the decadence of twentieth-century Europe.

The book is set at the end of the 1920s, when the great terror may have been nothing more than a twinkle in Stalin''s eye, but when the revolution was accompanied by a growing sense of doom. In Malaparte''s vision it is from his nightly opera box, rather than the Kremlin, that Stalin surveys Soviet high society, its scandals and amours and intrigues among beauties and bureaucrats, including legendary ballerina Marina Semyonova and Olga Kameneva, sister of the exiled Trotsky, who though a powerful politician is so consumed by dread that everywhere she goes she gives off a smell of rotting meat.

Unfinished at the time of Malaparte''s death, this extraordinary court chronicle of Communist life (for which Malaparte also contemplated the title God is a Killer) was only published posthumously in Italy over fifty years after Malaparte''s death and appears in English now for the first time ever.


Format Häftad Omfång 256 sidor Språk Engelska Förlag The New York Review of Books, Inc Utgivningsdatum 2018-04-10 ISBN 9781681372099