What a terrific book this is. It tells the story of the Russian Tatar (and yes, that is spelt correctly) dancer Rudolf Nureyev. He was purportedly born on a train, rumbling down the trans-Siberian railroad, and somehow that encapsulates his wandering life.
The story opens with the boy Rudi entertaining the mentally and physically scarred troops returning from the Nazi front. His father returns too, a political officer who takes a mighty dim view of his son's chosen career path, something that...