A New York Review Books Original In 1908, deep in Siberia, it fell to earth.
And the reader, as eager for the redemptive fix of a good story as the Children are for the Primordial Light, has no choice except to go along, caught up in a brilliant illusion from which only illusion escapes intact..
Pulp fiction, science fiction, New Ageism, pornography, video-game mayhem, old-time Communist propaganda, and rampant commercial hype all collide, splinter, and splatter in Vladimir Sorokin\'s virtuosic Ice Trilogy, a crazed joyride through modern times with the promise of a truly spectacular crash at the end.
And secretly, throughout the twentieth century and up to our own day, the Children of the Light have pursued their beloved goal.
To destroy this world.
To return to the Light.
To wake their sleeping hearts.
To bring together the 23,000 blond, blue-eyed Brothers and Sisters of the Light who were scattered on earth.
Bro knew its purpose.
Bro felt the Ice.
It spoke to his heart, and his heart named him Bro.
A young man on a scientific expedition found it.
THEIR ICE.
A New York Review Books Original In 1908, deep in Siberia, it fell to earth
