“An important book about where Russia is today, with poetic descriptions and unforgettable images evoking that nation’s often elusive attempts to understand its dark past. I stand in awe of both the author and translator.”
“The subject matter of Oblivion is the eerie frozen landscape scattered with the human detritus of an inhuman bygone era. What brings it back from oblivion is the author’s exceptional power of language. A haunting read.”
“Beautifully written, haunting and unputdownable. A masterpiece novel which relates the horrors of Russia’s unburied Soviet past through the eyes of a man revisiting—and filling in the gaps in—his half-understood childhood.”
“Packs a wicked emotional punch through fierce poetic imagery… Lebedev takes his place beside Solzhenitsyn and other great writers who have refused to abide by silence… Courageous and devastating.”
“Opening in stately fashion and unfolding ever faster with fierce, intensive elegance, this first novel discloses the weight of Soviet history and its consequences… Highly recommended for anyone serious about literature or history.”
“An extraordinary book that takes readers across Russia’s desolate northern landscape and turns up secrets about the terrible legacy of the Soviet gulags, described through evocative, often poetic portraits of people and places.”
“Extraordinarily intense and beautifully written … Oblivion haunts this novel. By writing it, Lebedev has given the past a present and a presence.”
“Sergei Lebedev’s debut novel is a haunting tale about the loss of national memory and its moral consequences for the individual.”
“Oblivion is the poetic monologue of a post-Soviet flâneur reflecting on the nation’s grim past. Pastoral vignettes about peaceful dacha life quickly morph into a novelistic version of Edvard Munch’s ‘The Scream’.”
“A monomaniacal meditation on memory and forgetting… Lebedev’s magnificent novel has the potency to become a mirror and a wake-up call to a Russia that is blind to history.”
“Sergei Lebedev opens up new territory in literature. Lebedev’s prose lives from the precise images and the author’s colossal gift of observation.”
“The beauty of the language is almost impossible to bear. The novel luxuriates in poetic language.”