Two sisters travel to Sofia— in a convoy of luxury limousines arranged by a fellow Bulgarian exile — to bury their less-than-beloved father. Like tourists, they are chauffeured by the ever-charming Ruben Apostoloff — one sister in the back seat, one in the passenger seat; one sharp-tongued and aggressive, the other polite and considerate. In a caustic voice, Apostoloff shows them the treasures of his beloved country: the peacock-eye pottery (which contains poisonous dye), the Black Sea coast (which is utterly destroyed), the architecture (a twentieth-century crime). His attempts to win them over seem doomed to fail, as the sisters’ Bulgarian heritage is a heavy burden — their father, a successful doctor and melancholy immigrant, appears in their dreams still dragging the rope with which he hanged himself.
An account of a daughter’s bitterly funny reckoning with her father and his country, laden with linguistic wit and black humour, Apostoloff brings the unique voice of Sibylle Lewitscharoff to an eager audience.
