Works
His other novels are
- Colleagues ("Коллеги" – Kollegi, 1960)
- Ticket to the Stars ("Звёздный билет" – Zvyozdny bilet, 1961)
- Oranges from Morocco ("Апельсины из Марокко" – Apel'siny iz Marokko, 1963)
- It's Time, My Friend, It's Time ("Пора, мой друг, пора" – Pora, moy drug, pora, 1964)
- It's a Pity You Weren't with Us ("Жаль, что вас не было с нами" – Zhal', chto vas ne bylo s nami, 1965)
- Overstocked Packaging Barrels ("Затоваренная бочкотара" – Zatovarennaya bochkotara, 1968)
- In Search of a Genre ("В поисках жанра" – V poiskakh zhanra, 1972)
- Translation of E.L. Doctorow's Ragtime into Russian (1976)
- The Island of Crimea ("Остров Крым" – "Ostrov Krym", 1979)
- Say Cheese ("Скажи изюм" – Skazhi izyum, 1983)
- In Search of Melancholy Baby ("В поисках грустного бэби" – V poiskakh grustnogo bebi, 1987)
- Yolk of the Egg (written in English, author's translate in Russian — "Желток яйца" — Zheltok yaytsa, 1989)
- Generations of Winter (English ed. of "Московская сага", 1994). Random House. ISBN 0-394-56961-X.
- The New Sweet Style ("Новый сладостный стиль" – Novy sladostny stil', 1998)
- Voltairian Men and Women ("Вольтерьянцы и вольтерьянки" – Volteryantsy i volteryanki, 2004 – won the Russian Booker Prize).
- Moscow ow ow ("Москва Ква-Ква" – Moskva Kva-Kva, 2006)
- Rare Earths ("Редкие земли" – Redkie zemli, 2007)
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