In Vladimir Sorokin’s Ice, blue-eyed, blond-haired cult prowls zombielike around greater Moscow for new recruits, whom they slam in the chest with hammers made of extraterrestrial ice. Survivors are endowed with expansive powers of empathy.

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George A. Romero meets Nikolai Gogol.

Sorokin’s inventively sliced plot doesn’t make room for a proper climax, but the particulars of his pulp allegory are eerie enough to chill.