'The Russians have everything in name, and nothing in reality,' the Marquis de Custine observed in 1839, comparing the empire to a blank book with a magnificent table of contents. 'How many distant regiments are there without men, and cities and roads which exist only in idea!' The entire country was but a façade pasted on Europe - or, as might have been said of the Soviet period, an ideological simulation of reality. Post-Soviet as well as postmodern, Francis Spufford's Red Plenty is about both simulation and reality. There are many ways to characterise Red Plenty and the book's first sentence provides one: 'This is not a novel.'

LRB 6 January 2011 | PDF Download