THINGS LIKE this were not supposed to be happening anymore. Special thanks go to William Rice, for sharing not only analytical notes but also meetings, and with whom conversations in the Scarsdale Tavern were as important to the thinking of this book as they were to the reporting. David Patrikarakos was always there when I needed advice. Theo Gibbons was a constant source of support.
Max Seddon never failed to share his time or brilliant observations as this came together. Dylan Chadha had an uncanny ability to point my thoughts in the right direction. Without them, this book would not be here.Īmongst my friends, James Schneider helped me formulate my ideas by always knowing what the right questions were to ask over the years. I am deeply thankful to Phoebe Clapham and Robert Baldock for taking this gamble. All along the way Edward Lucas was a source of constant encouragement and invaluable guidance. I am indebted to Elena Gnedina for carefully reading and commenting on this manuscript. Above all, Nicu Popescu, whose enthusiasm made him the best teacher I ever had. Dan Perry, who helped me get to Moscow, Daniel Johnson, who sent me around Russia, and Daniel Korski, who brought me into the European Council on Foreign Relations and inspired me to aim for analysis. I want to thank all those who have helped me reach this point. I also want to thank Claire Judah, Mary Gilbert and Marion Judah for helping me get started. Their kindness and tolerance helped make it happen. My brother and sisters have lived with this project and the obsessions it entailed for a long time.
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Then, my father Tim Judah, for always being there and showing me in a hundred little ways how to be a real journalist. No one could have helped me more, or taught me more about writing. In Britain, I want to thank my mother Rosie Whitehouse not only as an editor, but the one who inspired me from an early age to travel and learn about Russia. Had it not been for his hospitality, I would not have been able to cover the winter protest movement and its fate the year Putin returned. By no means least, I want to thank Garrett Pappas. In becoming a reporter, my thanks go to Ilya Arkhipov, who has been a mentor in showing me how to cover Russia since we met in the mayhem of a collapsing Kyrgyzstan.
Polina Eremenko was the hand that pulled this project together, organizing the meetings, trips and interviews that make it come to life. Your hospitality was the one thing that allowed me to spend enough time in Moscow to begin to understand Russia. IN RUSSIA, my first and foremost thanks are to Yekaterina, Oleg and Anton Zykov. This can only happen within the Russian state – of that I’m convinced. I’m talking about the completely mysterious thefts without any rational goal. Often this takes on a metaphysical character. They swipe everything – tile, gypsum, polythene, electric motors, bolts, screws, radio tubes, thread, glass. People carry off beef carcasses from meatpacking plants. Russian émigrés there asked him, ‘What is happening back home, in two words?’ Karamzin didn’t need two words. Two hundred years ago the historian Nikolai Karamzin visited France.
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