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I was impressed by this book almost as much as by Lebedev's debut. If his exquisite Oblivion still left me with any suspicion that it might have been the one-time all-in performance of a beginner, this novel, August's Children, completely dispelled it. Oblivion still shines as my favorite only due to its more pronounced spiritual substrate. From a technical point of view, e.g. plot, August's Children bears the sign of a matured writer.

His delicate, unobtrusive spiritual sensitivity is much more moving than Vodolazkin's clear-cut insight. The novel follows a similar recipe as Oblivion: an historical dive into the mysteries of the Soviet family past, the processing of which inevitably requires dreamlike visions. This one starts with the narrator's grandmother and culminates with the unbearable moral conclusion that we are responsible for the past's ability to live on in us.

I'll probably read everything this writer publishes.