The Genius Under the Table
Growing Up Behind the Iron Curtain
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4.7 • 3 Ratings
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- $8.99
Publisher Description
With a masterful mix of comic timing and disarming poignancy, Newbery Honoree Eugene Yelchin offers a memoir of growing up in Cold War Russia. Drama, family secrets, and a KGB spy in his own kitchen! How will Yevgeny ever fulfill his parents’ dream that he become a national hero when he doesn’t even have his own room? He’s not a star athlete or a legendary ballet dancer. In the tiny apartment he shares with his Baryshnikov-obsessed mother, poetry-loving father, continually outraged grandmother, and safely talented brother, all Yevgeny has is his little pencil, the underside of a massive table, and the doodles that could change everything. With equal amounts charm and solemnity, award-winning author and artist Eugene Yelchin recounts in hilarious detail his childhood in Cold War Russia as a young boy desperate to understand his place in his family.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
In this frank, engaging memoir, Yelchin (Spy Runner) recounts his childhood in the U.S.S.R. as his boyhood self, Yevgeny, perceives and ponders it. Living in one room of a communal apartment with his grandmother, parents, and figure-skating champion older brother—and a government spy eavesdropping on them next door—Yevgeny searches for the talent that will make him "free" like the famous ballet dancers and ice skaters who have private apartments and travel abroad. At night, sleeping on a cot under the dining table, he tries to make sense of life by drawing on the underside of the table with a pencil stolen from his father. Yelchin humorously and sympathetically depicts his Jewish family—his outspoken mother who worships Mikhail Baryshnikov, his "tight-lipped communist" father with a passion for Russian poetry—as well as his tender sibling relationship. The penetrating pencil-textured drawings that accompany Yelchin's perceptive text ("No chewing gum was sold in our country... We barely had stuff to eat, let alone stuff to chew") are, he writes, rooted in memories of those early table sketches, and complement young Yevgeny's earnest, often baffled, voice. At once comical and disquieting, the book is an illuminating introduction to a young life in the former Soviet Union. Ages 9–12. ■
