I often wonder: How is it that there is a lyrical quality to the works of every Russian writer, unmatched by those of any other provenance with the exception of the Irish? Oh, I am aware that Boris Zubry has been living in the U.S. for the past 35 years and has been an American citizen for almost as long. But he was born in Russia and quite obviously raised on a lavish supply of that country's rich literary stock; and also quite obviously he has ingested enough of that fare to easily find his own place in the same literary tradition, somewhere between the works of Alexander Pushkin, Anton Chekhov and Ilya Ilf/Yevgenyi Petrov's "Twelve Chairs," with a dose of Jewish satirist Ephraim Kishon thrown in for good measure.
"Miles of Experience" is Zubry's second book; a collection of stories and stream-of-conscience-style essays set in the Soviet Union of the author's youth, in Saudi Arabia, the U.S. and in WWII Poland and Germany. Introducing each entry by a short poem and at his best when writing from a first-person perspective, describing life's small, simple things – pleasures and disappointments, happiness and horror alike – Zubry takes the reader on a trip back in time and space, to places he has seen and experiences he has made; never shying from speaking his mind: direct, unapologetic, sometimes jarred, and not afraid of controversy. You won't always find yourself agreeing with him; but you will be incited to think and to formulate your own position.