Robert Barnard

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  • The Shooting Party

    Anton Chekhov (translated by Ronald Wilks)

    Penguin, pp. 240

A crime novel by Chekhov? Professor John Sutherland positively chortles in the introduction at his readers’ likely surprise. Indeed, any novel by Chekhov is probably news for those readers, and Sutherland, who delights in literary mysteries, waves in front of our eyes the date of the only previous translation: 1962.

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