Gary Shteyngart, Absurdistan, ISBN 978-0812971675

If you are a sad sack about New York City, unsporting, balding, with a growing tummy, the last billet in a dating scene office drone, who pays for his 1 bdrm. apartment shared with bedbugs and cockroaches a hefty sum, which will buy you a palatial mansion in rural Tennessee, banging against other sweaty bodies on subway in the wee hours of the morning, you probably dream of Neverland. The Neverland where all the man are stupid and/or poor and all the most beautiful ladies line up to have sex with you because you are an American. Shteyngart's Russia is this Neverland. His books are very boring compendium of the Freudian dreams of overgrown New York infants.