A woman abandons her Soviet life in pursuit of an ill-fated romance.
In the early 1980s, Milena Urbanska is living comfortably as the daughter of one of the most powerful men in an unnamed Russian satellite state. After a gruesome accident takes the life of her boyfriend, Milena withdraws from social life, retreating instead into her work—first as a student, then as a translator. Years later, a brief tryst with cocky English poet Jason Connor shakes Milena out of her solitude. She falls in love and decides to trade her now claustrophobic-feeling life in the East for a shiny new life in the West. In England, Milena finds the transition jarring. She and her now-husband live in bohemian conditions, and she struggles daily to grapple with the perplexing value systems held by her capitalist neighbors. Milena narrates the story somberly from some future vantage and alludes frequently to the misfortunes that await her. (“I had a momentary premonition that this story would not end well”; “I could not know yet that London would be a city of sorrows for me.”) Indeed, disillusionment and betrayal come, though all the anticipation might blunt the impact for some readers. The novel—which often reads as a Soviet-era reimagining of the Medea myth, in which a foreign woman uproots her life for love only to be met with treachery—is imbued with a certain fatalism. (Milena casts a shadow over her bid for independence right in the first chapter, when she asks, “How do you rebel when even your rebellion is anticipated?”) Fatalism notwithstanding, this is an absorbing novel marked by Goldsworthy's humor, intelligence, and talent for making the familiar strange.
A gripping tragedy about love and betrayal set near the end of the Cold War.