<p><b>A <i>Sunday Times</i> Paperback of the Year<br><br>'An astonishing debut . . . I was utterly hooked . . . by this twisty, sexy, shocking treat of a novel . . . How on earth will Julia May Jonas better this?' <i>&ndash; </i><i>The Sunday Times</i></b><br><br><b>A provocative, razor-sharp, and timely novel about a beloved English professor facing a slew of accusations against her husband from his former students &ndash; a situation that becomes more complicated when she herself develops an obsession of her own . . .</b><br><br><i>When I was a child, I loved old men, and I could tell that they also loved me.</i><br><br>And so we meet our deliciously incisive narrator: a popular English professor whose husband, a charismatic professor at the same small liberal arts college, is under investigation for his inappropriate relationships with his former students. The couple have long had a mutual understanding when it comes to their extramarital pursuits, but with these new allegations, life has become far less comfortable for them both.<br><br>And when our unnamed narrator becomes increasingly infatuated with Vladimir, a celebrated, married young novelist who&rsquo;s just arrived on campus, their tinder-box world comes dangerously close to exploding.<br><br><b>Julia May Jonas takes us into charged territory, where the restrictions of morality bump up against the impulses of the human heart. Darkly funny and moving, <i>Vladimir</i> maps the personal and political minefield of our current moment, exposing the messy contradictions of power and desire.</b></p>