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What an excellent little collection of stories! Funny, clever, full of irony, and a bit sad Can't believe I haven't read any Dovlatov until now! In these stories, Dovlatov describes the contents of the suitcase he brought out of the USSR in the eighties, containing the whole of his most precious possessionsa belt, a shirt The stories of the book remind me in a certain way of those in Primo Levi's The Periodic Table based on various chemical elements I think they're haunting in the same way, though Levi's tone is tender and brave, assured, where Dovlatov's very Russian, contemporary voice is hilarious, selfdeprecating, selfimplicating, pathetic and honest as he unfolds the chaos of life in the USSR via these shabby, everyday Soviet possessions. What a great writer! Funny, melancholic and sharp Paints a fascinating picture of Soviet StPetersburg in (presumably) the early 60s Runnerup to my favourite Russian writer Konstantin Paustovsky I will have to read all of Dovlatov's translated material. A collection of stories connected by items in a suitcase things our narrator brought with him upon emigrating from the USSR Who the he is, exactly, is a bit curious While billed as a novel, our narrator seems to be Dovlatov himself, though when contrasted with what is known of his life, it doesn't hold up as firm autobiography, nor as complete fiction hovering in that alltoo familiar place of halftruth.It becomes clear each item in the suitcase has outgrown its usefulness, the suitcase having been long buried in a closet and rediscovered only when a child pulls it out The things are shuffled through and kept, not because they're needed and it forces one to consider what items truly are, for that matter but because of the memories they trigger, or the great personal cost it took to acquire them.The stories shift from being darkly comic to simply dark as time goes on, and while the narrative isn't strictly chronological, it does move vaguely from youth to jobs, marriage, children, emigration If you're looking for political commentary, it only holds so much Dovlatov, or at least the Dovlatov of the book, openly admits that he's not the type to make a fuss and tends to accept things in a matteroffact way He's happy to point out flaws in the system, and even to maneuver around them, but isn't the slashing tires, starting fires sort of guy The only fault was simply that I wanted , but from what I've seen, Dovlatov seems to be a devotee of shorter works, which our 200pagelimit book club that I read this for has truly given me an appreciation for Considering how many of the big Russians of literature are longwinded, I can appreciate someone who goes down as easy as vodka*.*for the characters in The Suitcase, that is For me, it'd be whiskey I left my taste for vodka back in college Though I admit this made me briefly reconsider. When you have to go on a trip and there is no way you can bring your current reading material with you (because it weighs a ton and is basically a brick), one has to choose an alternative book In the spirit of the book club meeting that I had to miss because of the same trip, I picked up Dovlatov's 'The Suitcase' His suitcase (unlike mine) was packed with weird assortment of objects, each worth a story Through 8 stories, we get to discover fragments of Dovlatov's life in USSR before he emigrated to the US Although I'm not a fan of short stories (or is it supposed to be regarded as a novel?), the concept of the collection kinda brought it home for me I really enjoyed Dovlatov's witty writing, nostalgic reflections and humor (I did laugh out loud on an airplane) By the end of the book, I unwillingly started to think what weird objects I could put in a suitcase to tell the story of my life When reading the stories, I also realized that some of this material is used in the recently released movie on Dovlatov (my first encounter with this Russian author) Additional fun fact he mentions Latvians at least twice and it's interesting to see how we were perceived in those days (elegant Latvian men, really?). I hope to one day be able to read everything Dovlatov has written There is such biting humor in his reality.All ruined peoples are twinsWe greeted each other She asked, They say you've become a writer?I was bewildered I wasn't prepared for the question to be put that way Had she asked, Are you a genius? I would have answered calmly and affirmatively All my friends bore the burden of genius They called themselves geniuses But calling yourself a writer was much harder.I said, I write to amuse myself If you're looking for a dry, sarcastic humor in a fastpaced and funny novel, this is your book Though it is called a novel, it is hard to believe the book isn't almost entirely nonfiction.Set in the Soviet Union, the bitterhumorous acceptance of the failures of Communism makes for great shortchapters and stories of life within a failing system, lubricated heavily with vodka and other alcohol.The story starts with the author's son finding an old suitcase in his closet (in America) Inside are a handful of crappy, seemingly useless items the author brought with him upon emigrating from the USSR The items create the basis for the shortstorychapters which tell how the items came in to the possession of the author But, the reality is, the book/chapters are less about the items than the characters and tales that randomly surrounded their acquisition.The writer is great at dialogue among characters The humor and drywit is hilarious and the author really captures the hopelessness of life in Communist system (or at least within a somewhat crappy, but acceptable life) The only shortcoming of the book is that it is simply too short Only 120 pages left me wantingThe guy is outright funny and I wanted to hearof his tales of degradation, drunkeness, failed scams and the characters that surround his life.A great book for just about anybody Impossible not to get into this book Read and laugh. I don't get it I don't get it in the slightest.It's supposed to be funny? I didn't see the fun.It's supposed to be super interesting? Well, I was bored to the extent of almost falling asleep while reading.I hoped for 8 short stories that I could somehow understand instead I got a short book filled with nonsensical situations that almost no sense and made me think that there's simply too much vodkadrinking going on.The Book Challengers blog // The Book Challengers Instagram // The Book Challengers Twitter How do we remember our life? We have personal belongings and they are like milestones, and every personal thing is a memento We look at them and we do recall…“Everyone who leaves is allowed three suitcases That’s the quota A special regulation of the ministry…A week later I was packing As it turned out, I needed just a single suitcase.I almost wept with selfpity After all, I was thirtysix years old Had worked eighteen of them I earned money, bought things with it I owned a certain amount, it seemed to me And still I only needed one suitcase – and of rather modest dimensions at that.”So Sergei Dovlatov is packing his suitcase and he starts remembering…“The worst thing for a drunkard is to wake up in a hospital bed Before you’re fully awake, you mutter, ‘That’s it! I’m through! For ever! Not another drop ever again!’And suddenly you find a thick gauze bandage around your head You want to touch it, but your left arm is in a cast And so on.”Then one day we pass away but our things remain And our relatives and friends look at them and probably they start remembering too or probably they just throw them away. Sergei Dovlatov’s subtle, darkedged humor and wry observations are in full force in The Suitcase as he examines eight objects—the items he brought with him in his luggage upon his emigration from the USSR These seemingly undistinguished possessions, stuffed into a wornout suitcase, take on a riotously funny life of their own as Dovlatov inventories the circumstances under which he acquired them, occasioning a brilliant series of interconnected tales: A poplin shirt evokes the bittersweet story of a courtship and marriage, while a pair of boots of the kind only the Nomenklatura can afford calls up the hilarious conclusion to an official banquet Some driving gloves—remnants of Dovlatov’s shortlived acting career—share space with neongreen crepe socks, reminders of a failed blackmarket scam And in curious juxtaposition, the belt from a prison guard’s uniform lies next to a stained jacket that once belonged to Fernand LégerImbued with a comic nostalgia overlaid with Dovlatov’s characteristically dry wit, The Suitcase is an intensely human, delightfully ironic novel from “the finest Soviet satirist to appear in English since Vladimir Voinovich”