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  • A country in northern Asia and eastern Europe; pop. 143,782,000; capital, Moscow; language, Russian (official)
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Petrostate: Putin, Power, and the New Russia
Petrostate: Putin, Power, and the New Russia
In the aftermath of the financial collapse of August 1998, it looked as if Russia's day as a superpower had come and gone. That it should recover and reassert itself after less than a decade is nothing short of an economic and political miracle.
Based on extensive research, including several interviews with Vladimir Putin, this revealing book chronicles Russia's dramatic reemergence on the world stage, illuminating the key reason for its rebirth: the use of its ever-expanding energy wealth to reassert its traditional great power ambitions. In his deft, informative narrative, Marshall Goldman traces how this has come to be, and how Russia is using its oil-based power as a lever in world politics. The book provides an informative overview of oil in Russia, traces Vladimir Putin's determined effort to reign in the upstart oil oligarchs who had risen to power in the post-Soviet era, and describes Putin's efforts to renationalize and refashion Russia's industries into state companies and his vaunted "national champions" corporations like Gazprom, largely owned by the state, who do the bidding of the state. Goldman shows how Russia paid off its international debt and has gone on to accumulate the world's third largest holdings of foreign currency reserves--all by becoming the world's largest producer of petroleum and the world's second largest exporter. Today, Vladimir Putin and his cohort have stabilized the Russian economy and recentralized power in Moscow, and fossil fuels (oil and natural gas) have made it all possible.
The story of oil and gas in Russia is a tale of discovery, intrigue, corruption, wealth, misguidance, greed, patronage, nepotism, and power. Marshall Goldman tells this story with panache, as only one of the world's leading authorities on Russia could.

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Oh the horror!
Oh the horror!
> > I am sitting here in the Moscow airport (terminal 1 pictured above), > which has the same name as the one I arrived late into, but Terminal > 1 is actually a 20 minute bus ride away and only for domestic > flights. So... I needed to go here, because even though I am flying > to a different country (one that has had icey relations with Russia > lately too) my flight departs from here. > > I was well read on the subject, and even went to the correct desk to > ask about this. They then looked at my ticket, with what I can only > describe as a cross between astonishment and confusion, and directed > me to go to customs (and I questioned their answer, but got the same > response). > > After my 35 minute wait in line at customs, it took me 10 minutes to > explain to a non-English speaking customs agent that I had arrived > late from New York and was attempting to get on a different flight > to Minsk that night. It was a very comedic and frustrating > experience for both if us and everyone else that could see or hear > us. She then took my customs form that I had filled out for Belarus > and stamped my Russian visa... That detail could bust this whole > trip, and I may be flying across Russia and into Mongolia. > > Now comes the 45 minute process of getting on a new flight ti > Minsk. First I was getting propositioned by a taxi driver... "Good > deal...don't miss flight $100" ... in later talks with some random > chick, it happens that the cab fare should be about $3 max. After > that the process went something like this: > - To the information booth that does not quite live up to its name > - Walk around aimelessly trying to understand the instructions I was > just given. > - Take an elevator to floor 6 "airline offices"... Only to find some > chick smoking a cigarette at the Lufstansa office that informed me > that I should go to the Aeroflot ticket windows on floor 2 (which is > where I started before the non-information booth) > - Then, after a 10 minute wait due to the ticket lady being out for > a few smokes, she informed me to go to an office in the opposite > corner of that floor. > - I walked by this place earlier, it is basically a small office > cubicle in a dirty dark corner of the airport. One small sign had a > number on it that I recognized the ticket lady said earlier... So I > proceeded to wait in that line. > - When it was my turn, I gave my ticket to an obviously unhappy man > who, after 10 minutes of bickering with his co-worker, left... > motioning for me to follow him. He had some sort of magic form in > his hand... it took him a long time to fill out the little > information on it. > - We arrived at the ticket window I mentioned earlier, he slapped > the desk three times after barging to the front of the line, and out > came a ticket lady. Since the person who was at the front of the > line was an Aeroflot employee, he gave her my form and old ticket > and I think mumbled "business to Minsk". > - After another 10 minutes a combination of 3 people gave me what I > believe at this time is a ticket (it looks nothing like a ticket I > have ever see) > - I then proceeded to the Aeroflot transfer desk and got instruction > and an irrelevant boarding pass for the bus from the young women > working at the desk; they were obviously getting amusement out of my > extreme degree if ineptitude. > > Now I have another 6 hour wait between flights and I will arrive in > Minsk about 8 hours later than expected. Thankfully, due to the > immense power and coolness of the iPhone I was able to confirm my > hotel and a slightly more expensive transfer ($50 instead of $40... > But now I avoid the hassle of bargaining with a cabbie at midnight > in Minsk... The standard fare us $40) to the hotel via a series of 4 > text messages. I also meet and talked with some Russian diplomat on > the flight who had one that he uses while in the States... he is > obviously cool. > > It was supposed to be about 24 hours to Minsk(with all of the > waiting) but it is now approaching 35. > > Now my thoughts are solely on my Russian visa. I am going to > (hopefully) be able to stay in Minsk an extra day or two and try to > pay some retarded amount of money for 24 hour visa processing of a > new Russian visa. If that is not possible I may end up skipping > straight to Finland and see off it is possible there. This messed up > visa situation is pretty much a worst case scenaro, because it could > cause me to miss Russia all together, which be a pretty un-authentic > trans-Siberian trip. This next week is critical. > > I will likely send many updates at the same time, but I will be > creating the next one as a new entery, so I can see how random an
The TransSiberian Railroad
The TransSiberian Railroad
Day after day of captivity on the train wore through my soul like sandpaper through tinfoil. There was only one window on the whole train that would open... in the kitchen car... where the potato peeler sat all day long and peeled potatos... chucking the peels out the window nonstop. A sip of whiskey started our friendship on the right track... and I essentially purchased my seat on on upside down bucket next to the window. The fresh and cool siberian air washed across my beardened and many days unshowered face in a most refreshing manner. It became my refuge on that train... but when the whiskey ran out... so too did my friendship with the potato peeler. He made it clear to me when he handed me a potato peeler in a somewhat forceful manner and sternly placed a potato in my hand. From now on, I would have to earn this delightful and sustaining fresh air. I peeled potatos there with him for days. One day I stuck my camera out the window as the train rounded a curve in order to take this photograph. I was met with a strong moment of eye contact and a nod that led me back to the never ending bucket of potatos. The lack of fresh air and showers really began to mess with me and I found a window in our car that had one loose locknut on it and I spent many hours playing with the other one in order to loosen it so that I could get the window to come down. It was my plan to drop the window in the next rain storm and take myself a 'Trans Siberian' shower. After a few days of covert work the window was ready to come down and I eagerly scanned the horizon ahead of us for the thunderhead that indicated I was about to get showered. I saw my opportunity and stripped my clothes off right there in the hallway of the traincar. Andre 'the younger' finally figured out what I was up to when he saw the soap and sauntered over in that way that said 'I'll help you out but I shower next.' The deal was done as I leaned out the window into the fresh and glorious rain laden slipstream... lathered up my body and let the cool rain wash off the grime of days on the rail and thousands of miles. I was refreshed and invigorated as I stood there naked in the corridor towling myself off. I didn't care that everyone was looking at me naked either. I was clean. I hadn't felt this clean since I showered in that three dollar hotel in Beijing where the shower was a hose nailed to the wall and it drained right out to the alley where I could see from the window. I was a new man. Andre 'the younger' was stripped by this time and I helped him maintain his balance as he leaned out the window to be pelted by the fresh siberian raindrops. He lathered up with that same caustic communist lye based soap... well on his way to godliness. Until 'Helga' the train conductress caught us. I don't know if her name was really 'Helga' but thats what I remember her by. She looked just like a 'Helga' the Transiberian Express train conductress would look like in your imagination if you can imagine that. She had threatened to make me walk to Moscow the day before when she caught me and a Russian tank crew smoking in their cabin. It was the first cigarette I had ever smoked... a Russian cigarette... Cosmonaut Brand. When I saw the pack... I knew right then that smoking one of those cigarettes was something I had to do. It was the guy on the front of the pack... he was a cosmonaut... standing on the moon... with his helmet off... smoking a cosmonaut cigarette. That dude was a fuckin hero. There's smoking after sex... and then there's smoking after landing on the moon. It's gotta be like the holy grail of smoking satisfaction. That's probably why the Russians never got to the moon anyway. You can't take off your helmet on the moon to smoke a Cosmonaut cigarette. You would die. Maybe there was a warning on the pack... in Russian... saying that you really shouldn't remove your space helmet on the moon to smoke a cigarette. Nasa probably has a survivable solution anyway. That's how it always worked... Americans spent two million bucks creating a pen that worked in space. Because the ink wouldn't flow in zero gravity. The Fisher Space pen. I love those bacause you can write in any position even if you're not in space. I buy one almost everytime I'm at a museum store. That's where the KGB got them for the Russian space program. They just bought them at the museum store like I do. Until they got a couple of those though the Russians used a typically Russian solution... they went to space with pencils. Helga warned us after that... and as soon as she left... I lit up again... she could not stop my tobacconistic hero worship. I was a cosmonaut now... standing heroically on the moon. There was a second warning... and still... when she left... I had to finish that smoke. I wasn't gonna let her take that experience from me like that. I wanted to be that cosmonaut. Third time... Helga took the pack of cigarettes and wrote us all a ticket for smoking on the train

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Russka: The Novel of Russia
"Impressive."
THE WASHINGTON POST BOOK WORLD
Spanning 1800 years of Russia's history, people, poltics, and culture, Edward Rurtherford, author of the phenomenally successful SARUM: THE NOVEL OF ENGLAND, tells a grand saga that is as multifaceted as Russia itself. Here is a story of a great civilization made human, played out through the lives of four families who are divided by ethnicity but united in shaping the destiny of their land.
"Rutherford's RUSSKA succeeds....[He] can take his place among an elite cadre of chroniclers such as Harold Lamb, Maurice Hindus and Henri Troyat."
SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE


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