NYRB Classics collector. Reads anything, so long as it's good. Sometimes historian. Frequently grumpy: you've been warned. Also at aliceunderskies.tumblr.com.
I'd love to do theory on these stories. I really loved this book despite my prejudice against the short story. Petrushevskaya is as bleak and troubling as the title of this collection suggests, but since her work is so firmly rooted in soviet history and culture she never seemed gratuitously grim. I couldn't put this one down, and I really hope more of her work will be translated--if what comes next is as good she'll be an auto-read.