The book is a strange story about love, the affection for a beloved
papa, for the city of New York, for a sweet and poor girl in the
Bronx and for the INS (Immigration and Naturalization
Service).
The story is told by Misha Borisovich Vainberg, aka "Snack Daddy" a
grossly overweight man, an in your face secular Jew with a
distinguishably parrot beak and above all, the son the 1238th
richest man in Russia. While in the US, on a student visa, he has
earned a degree in multicultural studies from Accidental College NY
and his sole ambition is to immigrate to the USA and live with his
hot Latina girlfriend. However it was not meant to be, it was
discovered his gangster father had murdered a businessman in
Oklahoma, and to make matters worse his visa card was revoked.
Misha sees his salvation in the oil-rich nation of Absurdistan
where consular officers can be easily bought and will sell him a
Belgian passport. With his new identity and help from his friend
Alosh-Bob and his manservant Timofey, Misha hopes to circumvent
previous hurdles but things do not go as planned and everything
turns south….
I am surely not the only one to realize that 338 pages of satire
quickly becomes a drag especially if the story doesn't grab you
from the start. Maintaining a steady diet of satire and mockery has
its limits and is not meant for everyone, Misha's pathetic sex
driven and unappealing character reaches a point of over exposure
and a turn off. I felt the book to be mostly ridiculous,
unbelievable and above all absurd. All this said, it may
nevertheless appeal to a certain group with a broader sense of
humour.