This book was so controversial in Russia upon release that Putinist supporters erected a paper-mache toilet in front of the Bolshoi Theatre, tossed copies of this book into it, then burned the toilet. Fuckin metal. Turns out, Putin supporters don't really like when a book has a sex scene between Stalin and Khrushchev - especially when the latter is the penetrative partner. (And it was absolutely hilarious.) 

Blue Lard takes place in the 2060s in which Russian literary figures are cloned and forced to write passages in the vein of the originals. A blue substance forms on their bodies as they do so, which is used for unknown purposes. The lard is stolen by Russian ultra-nationalists called the "Earth-Fuckers", who love Mother Russia so much that they literally have sex with soil taken from all around the country. The lard is sent back in time to 1950s Russia for reasons that only Stalin is purported to know about, culminating in an absolute bizarre finish with an alternate-history Earth in which Hitler shoots lightning from his palms. 

It's a weird book. And for the most part, it's the good kind of weird. It is intensely sardonic toward Russian national myths, and lots of this book had me taking sharp involuntarily breaths as something particularly ridiculous occurred (like Khrushchev literally eating the proletariat) or something a little more subtle and sinister (such as the focus on Stalin's dress and manner of eating during his first scene, showing how detached he was from the people). The highlight of the book is the first fourth, in which you read passages from the imperfect clones that utterly butcher Russian literary titans, from the Nabokov clone overusing obscure words with no paragraph breaks to the Dostoevsky clone making everyone cry at random spots. 

It become the bad kind of weird during parts that seem to be a 1999 Russian equivalent of 2006 "lol XD" humor. I can't tell you why Hitler is shooting lightning from his palms, unless it's a reference to the lightning bolt SS (and even then, there are better jokes). There's a protracted scene where a proletariat woman is almost run over by Stalin and gives birth to a black egg in an orphanage, which is then eaten and explodes in a young boy's stomach. Why? I dunno. There's a chance it's Russian historical/literature references that are simply over my head, but they're not the only examples of jokes that simply felt silly as opposed to ironic, and Sorokin excels in the latter.