Spectacular.-NPR • Uproariously funny.-The Boston Globe • An artistic triumph.-San Francisco
Chronicle • A novel in which comedy and pathos are exquisitely balanced.-The Washington Post •
Shteyngart's best book.-The Seattle Times The bestselling author of Super Sad True Love Story
returns with a biting brilliant emotionally resonant novel very much of our times. NAMED ONE
OF THE TEN BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE AND MAUREEN CORRIGAN NPR'S FRESH
AIR AND NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY The New York Times Book Review • NPR • The
Washington Post • O: The Oprah Magazine • Mother Jones • Glamour • Library Journal • Kirkus
Reviews • Newsday • Pamela Paul KQED • Financial Times • The Globe and Mail Narcissistic
hilariously self-deluded and divorced from the real world as most of us know it hedge-fund
manager Barry Cohen oversees $2.4 billion in assets. Deeply stressed by an SEC investigation
and by his three-year-old son's diagnosis of autism he flees New York on a Greyhound bus in
search of a simpler more romantic life with his old college sweetheart. Meanwhile his
super-smart wife Seema-a driven first-generation American who craved the picture-perfect life
that comes with wealth-has her own demons to face. How these two flawed characters navigate the
Shteyngartian chaos of their own making is at the heart of this piercing exploration of the 0.1
Percent a poignant tale of familial longing and an unsentimental ode to what really makes
America great. LONGLISTED FOR THE CARNEGIE MEDAL FOR EXCELLENCE IN FICTION The fuel and oxygen
of immigrant literature-movement exile nostalgia cultural disorientation-are what fire the
pistons of this trenchant and panoramic novel. . . . [It is] a novel so pungent so frisky and
so intent on probing the dissonances and delusions-both individual and collective-that grip
this strange land getting stranger.-The New York Times Book Review Shteyngart perhaps more
than any American writer of his generation is a natural. He is light stinging insolent and
melancholy. . . . The wit and the immigrant's sense of heartbreak-he was born in Russia-just
seem to pour from him. The idea of riding along behind Shteyngart as he glides across America
in the early age of Trump is a propitious one. He doesn't disappoint.-The New York Times
