An explosive narrative from the Russian master of modernity, Boris Pilnyak. Pilnyak had lived directly through the momentous changes of the Russian Revolution of 1917, and in Ivan Moscow he channelled the sense of danger and upheaval into a novel where the next direction can never be predicted. Shuttling back and forth in time, the difficult-to-summarise story involves a factory situated deep in the Poludov Mountains, syphilitic delirium, and a radioactive Egyptian mummy. If there’s a narrative that conveys the shock of Russian modernity circa 1920 in such a riotous and entertaining fashion, well, we would like to know about it. Our text is a revised version of A. Schwartzman’s translation of the book (Boston: Christopher Publishing House, 1935).