Real name - Grigory Shalvovich Chkhartishvili (Russian: 袘芯褉懈褋 袗泻褍薪懈薪; Georgian: 醿掅儬醿樶儝醿濁儬醿� 醿ㄡ儛醿氠儠醿愥儭 醿償 醿┽儺醿愥儬醿⑨儤醿ㄡ儠醿樶儦醿�; 袗lso see Grigory Chkhartishvili, 袚褉懈谐芯褉懈泄 效褏邪褉褌懈褕胁懈谢懈), born in Tbilisi, Georgia, in 1956. Since 1958 he lives in Moscow. Writer and translator from Japanese. Author of crime stories set in tsarist Russia. In 1998 he made his debut with novel Azazel (to English readers known as The Winter Queen), where he created Erast Pietrovich Fandorin. B. Akunin refers to Mikhail Alexandrovich Bakunin and Akuna, home name of Anna Akhmatova, Russian poet. In September of 2000, Akunin was named Russian Writer of the Year and won the "Antibooker" prize in 2000 for his Erast Fandorin novel Coronation, or the last of the Romanovs. Akunin also created crime-solving Orthodox nun, sister Pelagia, and literary genres. His pseudonyms are 袗薪邪褌芯谢懈泄 袘褉褍褋薪懈泻懈薪 and 袗薪薪邪 袘芯褉懈褋芯胁邪. In some Dutch editions he is also known as Boris Akoenin.
I don't know if the charm of this novel translates well into English, but in its original (Russian) language this short historical mystery is delicious.
(or as it was originally titled, Azazel) is the first book in a series of detective stories whose main character is Erast Fandorin. In this novel (set in 1870s Russia) Erast is a 20-year old wide-eyed youth who accidentally comes to investigate a strange case of public suicide. In spite of his naivete and innocence, Erast proves himself an astute detective and manages to untangle a world-wide conspiracy.
The best thing about this novel is that while it manages to give a taste of Russian history, culture and mentality, it never stops being a first-class entertainment, dynamic and fun.
I would recommend this book to anyone remotely interested in 19th century Russia, but who is intimidated by Tolstoy and Dostoevsky.
The Publisher Says: Moscow, May 1876: What would cause a talented young student from a wealthy family to shoot himself in front of a promenading public in the Alexander Gardens? Decadence and boredom, most likely, is what the commander of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Moscow Police thinks, but still he finds it curious enough to send the newest member of the division, Erast Fandorin, a young man of irresistible charm, to the Alexander Gardens precinct for more information.
Fandorin is not satisfied with the conclusion that this is an open-and-shut case, nor with the preliminary detective work the precinct has done鈥攁nd for good reason: The bizarre and tragic suicide is soon connected to a clear case of murder, witnessed firsthand by Fandorin. There are many unresolved questions. Why, for instance, have both victims left their fortunes to an orphanage run by the English Lady Astair? And who is the beautiful "A.B.," whose signed photograph is found in the apparent suicide's apartment? Relying on his keen intuition, the eager sleuth plunges into an investigation that leads him across Europe, landing him at the deadly center of a terrorist conspiracy of worldwide proportions.
My Review: Young, orphaned Erast Fandorin has landed a comparatively cushy job for one whose comfortable future in czarist Russia was snatched away by the machinations of capitalists, beggaring and causing the suicide of his father: Erast is a fourteenth-class state functionary, serving a police official as amanuensis and errand-boy. It leads him into some odd alleyways, serving his about-to-retire master; his wit, his proficiency with language, his unquenchable curiosity lead his boss to allow, amused and indulgent of his junior's silly fascination with nothing criminal, Erast to investigate some odd goings-on among Moscow's Bright Young Things, including the suicide of a youth whose estate, over a million rubles, is left to elderly English philanthropist Baroness Adair.
That one fact, that odd itchy ill-fitting wool sock of a fact, unravels an international conspiracy touching every government in the world, though it is unclear that this conspiracy has any evil intent, at least to me. Erast, extremely young and naive at the outset of the book, ends it extremely young, concussed, and in no possible sense naive and inexperienced any more. How that comes about is a page-turning pleasure to read.
For once, I am glad I read the second book in the series before the first. I felt much more like I was investing my time wisely after reading Turkish Gambit than I might have had I read this book first. It's good, don't mistake me, but it's not as good as "Gambit" and it's not as clear and succinct, either.
But good golly Miss Molly, it's a ripping good read full of explosions, betrayals, and general all-around wickedness and sneakiness. It's got young love, it's got hopeless infatuation, it's got comradeship and affection, and even a *very* memorable wedding scene. I am completely entranced with its picture of czarist Russia; I am excited to discover the roots of some of Erast's oddities; and I hanker to see these books turned into movies or TV shows, like Montalbano has been. I really feel I can SEE the action as I'm reading, and that's usually so much less of an issue for me; but this series is supremely visual.
Read, and enjoy, and don't fear the commitment of time a new series requires, because like Rutledge, like Montalbano, there are a lot of 'em and they get better as time goes by.
This is a brilliant book. The plot is clever and full of those "no way!" moments that I love in mysteries. I laughed out loud more than once - Fandorin is such a silly and unassuming hero, and his use of the "male corset" was absolutely divine. I did see a few things coming - but the writing was such fun to read, that it didn't spoil the book for me.
I appreciate it as a work of Russian literature (excellently translated) - of course, the ending was incredibly Russian (we can't have things be TOO happy, can we?), as well as the banter between characters about famous Russian novelists and poets - even reciting some Russian poetry. I liked getting a feel for Russia and Europe during the late 19th century - and how different detective work stretching across nations must've been before the telephone and internet. This book was a pleasure on many different levels, I'd read Akunin again.
Absolutely and totally fun novel, reminiscent of those old cliffhanger series things. I would recommend this book to readers who like what I would call "literary" mysteries, rather than the more fast-food type of reads (although, I must say, some of the ffrs (fast-food reads) are pretty good so I'm not slamming them -- I have read hundreds in my time). Anyway, this one demands a little more of your patience & time, but you will be rewarded in the long run.
brief plot review w/o spoilers
Set in Moscow in the czarist Russia of 1876, the novel opens with a young man (a student named Kokorin) standing in front of a bench in a square full of people. The man takes out a revolver, puts it up to his head, and informs a young girl sitting there with her governess that unless she kisses him, he's going to blow his brains out. She doesn't and he does. Of course, the police are called in, and it turns out that on that same day, there were other public suicide attempts, all using the same method, all over town. The police are left baffled, but one enterprising young man, Erast Fandorin, sees that there must be more under the surface. Erast is just a newbie in the police department, but he is sharp. What follows keeps Erast on the edge of danger, and leads to a crime so vast it spills out of Russia's borders.
I could say more, but I'd wreck the story and I HATE when people do that!
Considering that this is the first in a series, the main character comes off very strong, enough to where I found myself rooting for him the entire way. You might agree with some reviewers that it's a stretch to believe that a relative newbie to the police department would be the one to be put on this case, and that a joe nobody would rise up so quickly, but hey...it's fiction. No one says this must be believable. And it's a fun story.
脺l a krimi铆r贸 a kocsmaasztaln谩l, 茅s hullik a k枚nnye, mint a z谩pores艖. Odamegy hozz谩 a koll茅g谩ja: - H谩t veled meg mi van? - Ne is k茅rdezd... - J贸, nem k茅rdezem - elindul a pult fel茅. - J贸l van, j贸l van, k茅rdezd meg ink谩bb. - Ok茅. H谩t veled meg mi van? - Semmi. - Ne ideges铆ts. - Bocs. Sz贸val egy recenzi贸... - Aha. Leh煤zt谩k. - Rosszabb. Azt 铆rt谩k, "aranyos". - Huh. Durva. Vend茅gem vagy, mit iszol? - Mindent. Krimi铆r贸 vagyok, nem?
Akunyin krimijei 茅rz茅sem szerint nem is annyira b疟nt枚rt茅netek, hanem a krimik zs谩nerelemeivel felturb贸zott st铆lusgyakorlatok. Ezzel pedig nincs az 茅g adta egy vil谩gon semmi baj, f艖leg mert sz枚vegileg remek produktumok, 谩rad bel艖l眉k az orosz XIX. sz谩zad franci谩s illata, amit kellemes mell茅k铆zekkel gazdag铆t, hogy k枚zben van egy zseni谩lis Eraszt Fandorinunk is, aki ebben a pszeudotolsztoji k枚zegben 眉ld枚zi a b疟nt.
Az se gond, hogy ebben a k枚tetben Eraszt m茅g nem annyira zseni - ink谩bb a hebehurgya kifejez茅s illene r谩. V茅gt茅re is minden detekt铆v volt pelyhes kiskacsa, m茅g a nagy Sherlock is biztos sut谩n botork谩lt az 茅let 枚sv茅ny茅n, miel艖tt elm茅je teljes v茅rtezetbe 枚lt枚z枚tt. Az eredett枚rt茅neteknek am煤gy is nagy divatja van, az olvas贸t (mozirajong贸t) 茅rdekli, h艖se hogy lett az, aki, mert ez emberibb茅 teszi. Fandorin is letett m谩r annyit az asztalra, hogy kapjon egy ilyet.
Csak az a krimisz谩l. Az ne lenne ennyire harmatos.
Van olyan, amikor az olvas贸 r谩j枚n, ki a tettes, p谩rhuzamosan a detekt铆vvel, vagy ak谩r 艖t megel艖zve. Ilyenkor 谩ltal谩ban jogos b眉szkes茅get 茅rez. 脡n r谩j枚ttem (el艖bb), de a b眉szkes茅gnek m茅g a nyom谩t sem tal谩ltam magamban. Ez a "rejt茅ly" ugyanis annyira egyosztat煤, olyan kev茅s potenci谩lis gyan煤s铆tottal dolgozik a szerz艖, hogy ink谩bb kih铆v谩s rosszul megtippelni az elk枚vet艖t, mint j贸l. Al谩铆rom, Fandorin m茅g naiv 茅s tapasztalatlan, de h谩t amit m疟vel, t煤lmegy minden hat谩ron. B谩nt贸an kev茅ss茅 t谩maszkodik sokat dics茅rt intu铆ci贸ira 茅s elemz艖k茅szs茅g茅re, nyomozati munk谩ja kimer眉l abban, hogy "N茅zd, itt egy feneketlen szakad茅k! Leugrom, h谩tha kimegy a bok谩m." 脡s t茅nyleg leugrik, 茅s t茅nyleg kimegy a bok谩ja, de valahogy m茅gis meg煤ssza - logikai appar谩tus helyett a rohadt nagy m谩kj谩ra t谩maszkodik*, ami engem mindig ideges铆t.
Ha az elk枚vet艖 szem茅lye nem is annyira titok, a motiv谩ci贸ja m茅g lehet 茅rdekes, 茅s igaz is, hogy ebben az aspektusban Akunyin tudott 煤jat mutatni. De hi谩ba vetett fel 茅rdekes dilemm谩kat, itt meg azt 茅reztem, hogy k茅nyszeresen valami hatalmas nagyot akar markolni. James Bond betegs茅ge ez, 艖 se el茅gszik meg kevesebbel: ha nem a vil谩guralom megszerz茅se az ellens茅g c茅lja, fel se kel reggel az 谩gyb贸l**. T煤l grandi贸zus az eg茅sz, ami ord铆t贸 ellent茅tbe ker眉l azzal, hogy Fandorinunk egyszer疟en m茅g nincs k茅sz. Gigantom谩n 枚sszeesk眉v茅s vs. toj谩sb贸l 茅ppen kikelt kiscsirke... valahogy nem passzol ez a k茅t elem. Tal谩n praktikusabb lett volna valami emberi l茅pt茅k疟 b疟ntettel nyitni. Pedig mint sz枚veg, az Azazel helyenk茅nt kiemelked艖 irodalmi min艖s茅g, 谩m mint t枚rt茅net, 枚sszeroppan saj谩t nagyrav谩gy谩sa alatt.
Megjegyz.: B谩r a f眉lsz枚veg szerint ez a legels艖 Fandorin-sztori, nekem ink谩bb olyasfajta munk谩nak t疟nt, amit a ki茅gett krimi铆r贸k szoktak letenni az asztalra, amikor nyomoz贸juk m谩r baromi n茅pszer疟 lett, 艖k meg viszonylag kev茅s f谩radts谩ggal szeretn茅nek leh煤zni r贸la m茅g egy b艖rt. Igen, 铆gy belegondolva: ez is az "eredett枚rt茅net" egyik lehets茅ges defin铆ci贸ja.
* Enyhe spoilerjel alatt mondom: az茅rt a v茅gkifejlet 谩rnyalja kiss茅 mindazt, amit Fandorin m谩kj谩r贸l mondtam. Ez mondjuk 茅rdekes volt, meglepett, mint ahogy az is, hogy Akunyin mennyi nyitott k茅rd茅st hagyott a v茅g茅n. De ez az 枚sszk茅pen alig v谩ltoztatott. ** J贸, h谩t ez am煤gy nem James Bond tal谩lm谩nya. Doyle 贸ta tudjuk, hogy min茅l zseni谩lisabbra van meg铆rva a nyomoz贸, ann谩l zseni谩lisabb b疟n枚z艖t kell mell茅 teremteni - Sherlock nem el茅gedhet meg holmi ty煤klop谩sokkal, neki minimum a "b疟n Nap贸leonj谩val" kell szemben茅znie. Minden h艖st枚rt茅netet n茅mik茅pp a drogf眉gg茅s logik谩ja mozgat: folyton emelni kell a d贸zist. Ha a protagonista szintet l茅p, az ellenfeleknek is 铆gy kell tenni眉k, k眉l枚nben unatkozni fogunk. 脡s vel眉k p谩rhuzamosan az olvas贸 (n茅z艖) ingerk眉sz枚be is csak n艖 茅s n艖, a hat谩r a csillagos 茅g.
For the first half of this book, I was of the opinion that this was an 'ok' crime thriller, but one (like a few others I have read) which felt a bit thin. Some historical crime thrillers feel to me a bit like once the well-researched chosen cultural and chronological aspects are stripped away, you're not left with much except a simple story dressed up in unusual words. This had some strange names and social ranks, and the story set up in a fairly likeable way, the first half was fairly enjoyable.
But the second half, especially the final twist(s), was just silly. The repetitive superhuman and seemingly psychic qualities of the central character just got unbelievable, yet his blundering stupidity to get into the scrapes he then extracted himself from in amazing manner.. this was ridiculous too. There wasn't much wrong with the writing and much of the characterisation, but the plot was just daft. Meh. I read the last hundred pages quickly, rolling my eyes at the multiple sillinesses.
Boris Akunin is actually a pen name of Grigory Chkhartishvili (bless you), according to the "About the Author" section in the back. "Akunin" is Japanese for "villain", a rather fitting pen-surname for someone who is apparently legendary in Russia for his crime novels. The Winter Queen is one of three mysteries featuring the detective Erast Fandorin. I understand all three of them were made into big Russian blockbuster movies. I think I might like the better movie. I'm just sayin'. This particular story is being remade into an English film coming out next year. Thank god for Wikipedia for those of us who live under rocks.
Akunin has the opportunity to create a really awesome detective, a Russian James Bond, if you will - yet I found Fandorin to be rather a wiener. He's a 20-year-old detective, still wet around the ears, who uncovers a plot for world domination. In Moscow, 1876. The concept seems pretty awesome, but my literary planets were clearly not aligned and I found myself mentally snoozing most of the way through this. Which is sort of a hard feat if it's meant to be a conspiracy novel. I expect these sorts of books to grab me from the beginning, shake me like a dog toy, and not let go until the end, when my proverbial neck is broken.
I might check out the other two Fandorin novels. I want to like this guy because he's Russian, but I'm wondering if maybe I have a problem with contemporary Russian authors (ugh, Victor Pelevin) and may just need to stick to the classic Russian writers who had to write to save their lives.
I wouldn't tell others to not read this book. I think a lot of people probably like it. Hell, all of Russia can not be wrong. They love this guy there, so I figure the fault is on my own side. So knock yourself out, and I promise to someday (no rush) check out another book by him. In the meantime someone needs to recommend a contemporary Russian author who isn't crap.
Oh wow! I did not expect this book to be so good. And so funny. Earlier I heard a lot of good things about this series. But now I've found out what a good story it is myself.
This book has everything. A great and interesting plot, a fantastic main character and lots of humor. Let's start with the plot, because ultimately this is the reason why you read a detective novel, right? I really like when the book starts with a strong blow, when we find the corpse on the first few pages. And I love when immediately afterwards, without undue delay, we start looking for a villain. I prefer to get to know my heroes through subsequent events in the book. And this is what鈥檝e got here. On the first pages we see a strange suicide, and a few pages later Fandorin begins to look for answers. What more could you want? The story is complicated and interesting, there are so many suspects. All the time, you don鈥檛 know exactly what happened and who is involved in it. Friends turn out to be enemies, nobody can be trusted. A really great story. I really wanted to know what would happen next.
And in the middle of it all is Fandorin. I am surprised how much his character evolves during this short book. It doesn't happen that often. And I must say that I love all his faces. From a shy young boy to a confident agent. Fandorin is simply a very well-written character. He is intelligent, clever and learns very quickly (especially on his mistakes). Every good story deserves an intelligent main character who is easy to like. I am very happy that this one has it. I will gladly meet Fandorin in the next books.
And finally humor. As a rule, I don't like funny books and movies, because they rarely entertain me and more often I found them annoying. I have a specific sense of humor, but I generally like intelligent humor. And this book has just that. I can't say how many times I really laughed when I read this story. It's hilarious. For a long time I was looking for something like this, a lighter story full of good humor. I'm glad that I finally came across such a book.
The only thing I would change is the ending. And I do not mean the end of the criminal intrigue. I am talking about the last scene in the book, which surprised me with its sad and tragic character. The whole book is so cheerful and funny that I didn't expect it at all. I would prefer it to end up completely different. I wonder if this topic will continue in the next books.
I'm so glad I finally read this book. Certainly this is not my last meeting with Fandorin.
I have no idea why this series is so popular. It fails as historical fiction. It fails as detective fiction. It fails in pretty much every way imaginable.
I did enjoy the part where the hero was saved by his own vanity in the shape of a 'Lord Byron' corset.
Really well done historical mystery set in St. Petersburg. We observe the rising career of Erast Fandorin who manages to confound a global conspiracy from the smallest of starts.
A to Z project, book 6 What a delightful mystery/adventure! Set in 1876 in Russia (and other parts of Europe) it follows an energetic but naive young man who has just begun a career as a minor functionary in the Moscow police. Erast Fandorin is something new (or perhaps something old made new again), a character who succeeds not through his abilities, although he is not without talents, but because fate seems to be on his side.
Akunin catches the tone of Victorian adventure very well. Plotwise, this reminded me of one of Sherlock Holmes's escapades: a small local crime that expands into a big (and admittedly rather silly) international conspiracy.
There's a dark twist at the end that has me anxious to continue in this series. On to The Turkish Gambit!
Dar墨ts! J奴tos lepna, ka pabeidzu las墨t gr膩matu krievu valod膩 (bet ne par to 拧is apraksti艈拧). Man nav daudz detekt墨vrom膩nu, ar ko sal墨dzin膩t, jo 墨sti nesaista 拧is 啪anrs, t膩p膿c varb奴t b奴拧u nepopul膩ra viedok募a p膩rst膩vis. Bet.. man 拧is rom膩ns 拧姆ita naivs. Da啪br墨d l墨dz absurdam izsp膿l膿ts, ka kur nu varonis grie啪as, tie拧i tur notiek visa darb墨ba un aizvijas pavediens. Beigas labi pav膿rs膩s, bet man t膩 vien 拧姆ita, ka kaut kam ta膷u ir j膩notiek, lai autors var膿tu turpin膩t gr膩matu s膿riju. Varb奴t kaut kad v膿l膩k n膩kam膩s da募as palas墨拧u vien aiz intereses, vai galvenais varonis joproj膩m tik naivi艈拧 un veiksm墨gs savos atkl膩jumos. Vair膩k uz 3,5* velk, bet j膩apa募o uz aug拧u.
I've seen the tv adaptation of this book almost 20 years ago. Yeah, I'm that old, gooosh. And I really liked it but decided to read the original story only now. It's turned out that the adaptation was very close to the book, and I still remember all the twists (I'm old, but dementia didn't come yet xD) so no surprises waited for me here. And still, I enjoyed the writing and am going to continue with the series.
I discovered Boris Akunin last year and immediately fell into his prosaic style. His novels are full of humor and suspense and there are parts that made me laugh aloud. These books are a fun, riotous read that you don't want to put down until you've completed each and every one of them.
3,5 stars, may revisit the rating; very promising, but too many rapid turns, and generally predictable from the start. But the writing is good. I intend to read the following volumes.
I read #3 in this series, Murder on the Leviathan, a few years ago, and liked it a very great deal . . . which is why, of course, I picked up this volume. I've just noticed, while creating that link, that I read Leviathan because I'd enjoyed a different Akunin novel a couple of years before that; so the chain continues, link by link . . .
Poor but bright and well educated Erast Fandorin has acquired a dogsbody job at the Moscow CID, where his avuncular boss predicts he'll go far. His opportunity comes when an aristocratic university student bizarrely commits suicide in a local park. Unpicking the ramifications leads young Fandorin to the Winter Queen Hotel in London and thence to love and to the core of an international conspiracy to subvert all the world's great powers . . .
The book's described on the cover as "an Erast Fandorin Mystery," implying that it's a detective novel, but (unlike Murder on the Leviathan) it doesn't really fit easily into that genre; although the description will almost certainly mislead, it's more of a James Bond-movie-style caper, with its great conspiracy, the quest of its villains for world domination, their infiltration of the corridors of power and all other influential walks of life, and so forth. This is not to say that Fandorin is a James Bond figure -- he most certainly isn't -- or that the book has anything of the feel of a James Bond movie; merely that the plot belongs more to that genre.
The telling is decidedly quirky (with lots of little parenthetical observations, mainly humorous, interpolated all over the place). This quirkiness makes for a certain lack of fluency and rubs up oddly against the tale's not infrequent moments of stark grimness, in particular its ending, which is as bleak as you could ask for.
By the time I got to that ending I was in two minds as to whether or not I was enjoying myself. I found a lot to admire and certainly I'll be reading more Akunin, but at the same time I wanted to tell the author waspishly to tighten his text up a bit, to be a tad more disciplined about his tendency to self-indulge. At a guess, someone did tell him this, because I don't recall having the same reaction to the (later) Murder on the Leviathan . . . or, perhaps, I was just in a different mood while reading that other novel!
This is the first book of the series Erast Fandorin Mysteries.
The plot is based on Erast Fandorin's investigation of the suicide of a wealthy student at Alexander Gardens in Moscow. He then discovers this a part of the "American Roulette" which was very well portrayed in the movie with Robert de Niro among others.