Reading Vladimir Sorokin's ‘Blue Lard’ felt like discovering Literature 2. It's not particularly experimental in regard to the structure, being a straightforward read starting with the beginning and ending with the end — although things are happening in a couple different timelines. However, throughout the novel my persistent thought was “what the fuck is going on”, while I was unable to put the book down.

Sorokin is basically Russian Joyce, doing what he wants with the language. In ‘Blue Lard’ and some other novels, he occasionally emulates the styles of classic Russian writers like Tolstoy and Nabokov, along with more general stuff like folklore and speech of stereotypical rural “simple folk”, and includes prose evoking the traditional manner of life. He mixes it with his own brand of sci-fi and a large helping of transgression, satirizes contemporary governmental attitudes and imagery, lampoons the worship of historical quasi-ideological myth, etc. He also has several stories that include nonsensical speech for some characters, while the overall happenings are clear as day to those who realize what they describe. This is true postmodernism, wherein if one has some knowledge of the culture, the threads to pull jump out from the page.

In USian terms, this is like if some author had nineteenth-century Americana set in modern time, complete with reverence for all the rural quirks and character, as well as entrepreneurial and pioneer spirit; emulating the tone and language of Mark Twain, Jack London and such, but mixed with some Chuck Palahniuk and ‘American Psycho’, and clearly taking a stab at contemporary politics in the most caustic way.

A bunch of Sorokin's novels and stories, including ‘Blue Lard’, were translated to English — mainly by Max Lawton in an oddly short span of time. However, I'm not sure how any of it really translates, considering it requires some cultural context. I'd recommend starting with ‘Marina’s 30th Love’ (presumably not published yet), ‘The Sugar Kremlin’, maybe ‘The Blizzard’ or ‘Day of the Oprichnik’. Or, for aficionados of transgressive literature, ‘Their Four Hearts’.