![]() ![]() Moses (the eccentric gazillionaires), Mr. When he first meets the other guests at the inn, he finds them strange, but not remarkably so. This, then, is the story of Inspector Peter Glebsky’s attempt at a vacation. You find yourself quickly caught up in a maelstrom of intrigue, deception, mystery, murder, ghosts/vampires/alien-robots, and an avalanche that cuts the inn off from the outside world. But of course, that’s not at all how things turn out. ![]() You plan to ski, drink, drink, ski, drink, and read. You decide to vacation alone at a mountain inn where you won’t know anyone and where you won’t have to think about all the annoyances that come with being a police inspector. Imagine that you’re burned out from work and everyday stress, and you need to get away from it all. I had no idea what to expect from these giants of Russian sci-fi, but now I know why they’ll be read as long as books exist. My efforts to read as much contemporary and newly-released sci-fi in translation as I possibly can, though, led me to The Dead Mountaineer’s Inn, translated into English for the first time since its original publication. No Roadside Picnic, no Hard to be a God, nothing. Before I write anything else, I must first confess that I had never before read a Strugatsky novel. ![]()
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