Just finished this book, and this story about a bunch of hard-ass Russian dudes hunting an angry Tiger through the snowy forests of the Russian Far East in the mid-90s really makes me want to add Vladivostok to my “to travel” list. From my goodreads review of the book:
When I described this book to a friend, he said “So it’s like Moby Dick with Tigers in Russia then?” and there’s a sense in which this is an accurate interpretation. John Valiant very much draws you into the world of the Russian Far East through his digressions into the history and culture of the region, and the main narrative about the hunt for a man-eater in 1997 is deeply compelling. I could have done without the preachy epilogue, though.
My campus director at The Iron Yard tells me that starting a blog will increase my employability. I know I shouldn’t take that as a challenge, but I respond I will write your blog, but I have a few needs that must be fulfilled. Can I express my commitment to journalism by beginning each post with “the Kentucky Derby is decadent and depraved”? Can I express my commitment to obscure pop culture by working a “the owls are not what they seem” into each post? How about expressing my latent adolescent angst by ending each post with a “you’re all a bunch of phonies!”? No? Beyond that I don’t know what I’d write about, but I suppose we’ll see.
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