Viking/Elisabeth Sifton Books, 191 pp., $18.95
About three years ago, there appeared in The London Review of Books an article by Michael Ignatieff describing a visit, with his father, to the Novodevichy Cemetery in Moscow to find the grave of his 'Uncle' Alyosha, a czarist officer and later general in the Red Army. Ignatieff's name was, at the time, unfamilar to me: yet I had a sense that here was a fragment of a larger work, which, for its subject matter and stylistic grace, might turn out to be something of a masterpiece.
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