The day I met Dostoevsky.

I always get a little nervous when I’m meeting genuine Russians, because I’m convinced they’re going to see through the made-up ones in my books. That, or take umbrage at my act of outrageous literary effrontery in appropriating a character created by one of their nation’s greatest ever writers. My novels feature Porfiry Petrovich, you …

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