“In those days we were used to Soviet dissidents being bearded, grave, and poorly dressed, living in small apartments, filled with books and icons, where they would spend all night talking about how Orthodoxy would save the world. And here was this sexy, sly, funny guy, a cross between a sailor on leave and a rock star.”Paris, the early 1980s, and Emmanuel Carrère, son of eminent French historian Hélène Carrère d’Encausse, is pleasurably shocked by Eduard Limonov, the self-described Johnny Rotten of Soviet writing. They drink and carouse together, before losing contact. Then, in 2008, Carrère meets Limonov again in Moscow. This fast-paced, adulatory profile, newly translated by John Lambert, is the result.At first glance, the subtitle &