A novelistic travelogue, EIMI is the diary of a trip to Russia in the 1930s. Despite some contempt for what he witnesses, E.E. Cummings’ narrator has an effective, occasionally hilarious way of evoking feelings of accord and understanding. As Ezra Pound wrote, the Soviet Union is laid out there pellucidly on the page in all its Slavic unfinishedness, in all of its Dostoievskian slobberyness…Does any man wish to know about Russia? ‘EIMI’!