Ken Kalfus - PU-239 and Other Russian Fantasies

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Kalfus is a virtuoso of the dismal comedy of Soviet lifethe dull, brute clatter surrounding the soundless vacuumand its social, environmental and spiritual self-destruction.

So full of pleasure and wonder from sentence to sentence and page to page that it touches the reader physically.

It starts with a nuclear accident and ends with a low-watt hoodlum snorting lines of plutonium. Kalfus populates Pu-239 with the gods and monsters of the decomposing Soviet Union.

Kalfus is a writer who has the ability and the perverse desire to render fiction unfamiliar, difficult, and therefore new. One is often reminded of Kafkaanother writer whose works vitality derives from its essential strangeness.

Kalfus is that rare writer of fiction whose passages of description feel like action; its as if he were injecting his readers with a serum that renders them, in a rush, intimately familiar with the texture of the Russian experience.

There is, among us, a storytellerhow a rare a gift this is!

In story after story Kalfus moves from a sense of disorientation to moments of paralyzing lucidity.

Kalfus shows a striking talent for transcultural understanding, and for depicting the very strange.

Thirst is a book to give to people who piss and moan about the unpromising future of American fiction. Its the most exciting story collection since George Saunders CivilWarLand in Bad Decline; and Ken Kalfus is an important writer in every sense of important. There are hip, funny writers, and there are smart, technically innovative writers, and there are wise, moving, and profound writers. Kalfus is all these at once, and the stories in Thirst manage simultaneously to delight, impress, provoke, and redeem. Three cheers and then some.

David Foster Wallace

These stories are genuinely magical, that is, the transformations they work are real, not illusions. Thirst is a collection steeped in wonder.

Stuart Dybek

One of the most potent debut books of this year.

Ken Kalfus reminds us that the short story is not an easily contained form, a single thing done in a single way.... The displaced figures in Thirst drift through worlds that are at once astonishing and familiar.

Its exhilarating to discover a young writer with so much range and so little self-consciousness about exploring it. The publication of Thirst marks the debut of a major talent.

Thirst is a tense, driving narrative that may put some readers in mind of Hemingways best short fiction.

Slyly subversive ... Kalfus unerringly recognizes the comedy inherent in our quandaries of knowing and being, and suggests that laughter best quenches existential thirst.

Kalfus himself is more shaman than politicianeven when his stories rub up against geopolitical borders, he takes to the spiritual and dissolves them into magic. In this beautiful, varied volume of 14 stories and routines, the well-traveled author launches himself far afield to tell his tales.

His debut story collection, Thirst, eludes all attempts at categorization save this one: Its the bravest and most accomplished first book Ive read all year. Each of the 14 stories in Thirst feels focused, pared down to its pure essences.

An intelligent and playful collection of stories that will move readers by engaging their sense of wonder and joy of exploration.

Thirst deftly explores a range of issuesfrom sexual desire and sleep disorders to the theatrical preparations for a drug trial. The 14 stories are comic, surreal, dark, nostalgic and uniformly excellent.... Kalfus creates a compelling momentum that leaves both Nula and the reader on the verge of a trance.... Let me be the first to suggest that Major League Baseball hire Ken Kalfus to concoct possible answers to all their lingering questions, both real and imagined. Ill happily buy his answers.

Kalfus is as playful as postmodern masters Barthelme and Barth. Stories like The Weather in New York are zingy with metafictional mayhem. Hilarious.

Playful, moving short stories about travel, childhood and loss, from a writer who does almost everything well. The story collection of the year. Really.

ALSO BY KEN KALFUS
A Disorder Peculiar to the Country
The Commissariat of Enlightenment
Thirst

STORIES

Pu-239

Someone committed a simple error that, according to the plants blueprints, should have been impossible, and a valve was left open, a pipe ruptured, a technician was trapped in a crawlspace, and a small fire destroyed several workstations. At first the alarm was discounted: false alarms commonly rang and flashed through the plant like birds in a tropical rain forest. Once the seriousness of the accident was appreciated, the rescue crew discovered that a soft drink dispenser waiting to be sent out for repair blocked the room in which the radiation suits were kept. After moving it and entering the storage room, they learned that several of the oxygen tanks had been left uncharged. By the time they reached the lab the fire was nearly out, but smoke laced with elements from the actinide series filled the unit. Lying on his back above the ceiling, staring at the wormlike pattern of surface corrosion on the tin duct a few centimeters from his face, Timofey had inhaled the fumes for an hour and forty minutes. In that time he had tried to imagine that he was inhaling dollar bills and that once they lodged in his lungs and bone marrow they would bombard his body tissue with high-energy dimes, nickels, and quarters.

Timofey had worked in 16 nearly his entire adult life, entrusted with the bounteous, transfiguring secrets of the atom. For most of that life, he had been exhilarated by the reactors song of nuclear fission, the hiss of particle capture and loss. Highly valued for his ingenuity, Timofey carried in his head not only a detailed knowledge of the plants design, but also a precise recollection of its every repair and improvised alteration. He knew where the patches were and how well they had been executed. He knew which stated tolerances could be exceeded and by how much, which gauges ran hot, which ran slow, and which could be completely ignored. The plant managers and scientists were often forced to defer to his judgment. On these occasions a glitter of derision showed in his voice, as he tapped a finger significantly against a sheet of engineering designs and explained why there was only a single correct answer to the question.