Snow White and Russian Redby Dorota Maslowska, Benjamin Paloff (Translator)
“Nails” Robakoski is unraveling after his girlfriend Magda dumps him. A tracksuited slacker who spends most of his time doing little more than searching for his next line of speed and dreaming up conspiracy theories about the Polish economy, Nails ricochets from Magda, a doomed beauty who bewitches men, to Angela, a proselytizing vegetarian Goth, to
“Nails” Robakoski is unraveling after his girlfriend Magda dumps him. A tracksuited slacker who spends most of his time doing little more than searching for his next line of speed and dreaming up conspiracy theories about the Polish economy, Nails ricochets from Magda, a doomed beauty who bewitches men, to Angela, a proselytizing vegetarian Goth, to Natasha, a hellcat who tears his house apart looking for speed, to Ala, the nerdy economics-student girlfriend of the friend who stole Magda. Through it all, a xenophobic campaign against the proliferating Russian black market escalates, to the point where the citizens have to paint their houses in national colors and one of these girls will be crowned Miss No Russkies Dayor is that just in Nails’ fevered mind?
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Author's Note: Thanks so much for all the story ideas! I don't know how to pick. All of them are super great, but my favorites are Raincloud's, which she posted at Eaglestar's Secret Chapter Two, and Tigerstar's, at kf first result. I'm already writing two stories on the NOOK, so I think I'll write these two on my Wattpad. I'll probably be starting Tigerstar's first, because Raincloud's needs some planning. Thanks again! CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Rainstar stared in dismay at the damage the foxes had delivered. The elder's den was all but denolished and two of the elders lay dead inside. All her warriors were injured, and the apprentices waited in the medicine den for orders from Moonbreeze, since they were helping her treat the injured cats. Then, as she watched the cats file into the medicine den, she realized two were missing, though she had seen them fighting earlier. "Tigerfang, where are Darkfur and Stormpaw?" Tigerfang looked up from where he was resting outside the medicine den. "Darkfur and Stormpaw? Aren't they here? I saw them fighting a..." He trailed off, looking around the camp for them. His eyes betrayed his surprise. "I don't know," he finished. "I'll ask some other warriors." Rainstar nodded. "Thank you." CRANEFEATHER'S POV: Riverclaw shuffled his paws. "I hope we can put this all behind us and become at least friends," he meowed. Cranefeather pondered this. Riverclaw seemed trustworthy and kind, but he had been lied to all his life, had been led to believe his parents were dead. He should have been happy that his father was alive, he knew. But he just felt... empty. Cranefeather decided that he would let his father to become his friend, but before he would allow it to become more than that (a father-son relationship), he would need to get to know Riverclaw better. "Okay," he meowed. Then he looked around. "Where's Shatteredpaw?" he asked. Riverclaw looked surprised. "She went hunting," he answered. Cranefreather tore through the trees, following Shatteredpaw's quickly fading scent trail. He found her cowering behind a bush, with... "Stormpaw? Darkfur?" he meowed in surprise. Stormpaw looked up. "Cranepaw?" he gasped. Shatteredpaw snapped, "Cranefeather," and stared at him hopelessly. "What are you doing here?" Cranefeather asked. Darkfur looked at him, his eyes betraying nothing. "Oh, we are just out for a stroll," he explained. "But how did you found us so fast?" Cranefeather and Shatteredpaw had made sure their camp was far away enough that no cat would find it easily. "We weren't looking for you," Darkfur meowed. Something in his eyes made Cranefeather not believe him.
In stumbling across this novel in my college campus bookstore, I found that everytime I picked it up to read (which I did at every opportunity) I would get lost in the rants of this character Nails, never too sure what exactly what was going on but savoring every minute of it. You get a chance to climb into this mans dingy, speed fried brain, and read his every thought, his every emotion and the jumbled mess that it has become over the years of abuse. Read this book, though it is a filthy dirty book of insanity, once finished, you may be confused but not disappointed.
Highly recommend this fast paced poetic story. Gritty and downright dirty at times. In the end Maslowska gets inside of your head and stirs you up in a way that makes you never forget her. It is sexy lit. Try to savor it.