Vladimir is a book of three parts. The first, introduces John and his unnamed wife, literary academics, and the writing is gorgeous. The wife’s wit and intelligence shine – she discusses the #MeToo movement, her husbands need for sexual attention from the younger students, and what it means to grow old and how that shapes her interactions. This section was 5*s for me. Sadly, the plot sharply turned, and I found her character less relatable and definitely less likeable, until the final section which too neatly wrapped everything up. I did enjoy it, but I feel it could’ve been more.