This story was recently published in the author’s collection, ‘The Snow Leopard of Moscow & Other Stories’ HERE
Reviewed as part of my ‘Dessemination’ project HERE
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“He wasn’t the only Stalin in town.”
A striking cinematic tale of a Just William gang in Moscow here growing into older adolescents running a business where pets as pests are ruthlessly dealt with and leading to much else to garotte with piano wire, bigger than just cats and dogs. From a notice poster stuck upon another poster upon another and another to monetary notes in halves later joined up again, I was forced to feel exhilarated by the sheer bravado in an evocation of a seedy time and place in history, but I feared what else may grow from such a gang, and its singular narrative force of adolescence seems to reveal a thriving threat to emerge later in the dark streets with smeared poo and chitinous dumps. Worse than the father who merely clowned about for money dressed like Stalin. Presaging, I wonder, a future ‘Turd from Hell’ to be equally crushed and smeared?
“She began to read out her horoscope from the newspaper. ‘Don’t go buying a cat in a sack. Success for you means taking a difficult dog by its tail.’”
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