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If Anatoly Azolsky is not with his “cage”, the Yekaterinburg prose writer and critic Olga Slavnikova would certainly receive a large Buker prize-97 for the novel “Dragonfly, increased to the size of the dog”. The new book of Slavnikova is three times shorter than “Dragonfly ...”, but the concentration of amazing, freshest metaphors in the text are the same. It is very difficult to read - not only because of the mentioned concentration, but also because due to the "Grant" fontika "Academy", reduced to the size of the amoeba, rowan in the eyes. However, the minimalism of Kezh in this publishing house is used to compensating for the cost of books - according to the laws of reverse proportionality.

Quote: he was already sought to the ground, similar in the air to etheric interference, absorbing the color of the image, a dry snowball; A pure snow blanket covered and increased the flowerbed in front of the main hospital building, old auto -wings and broken jars in the backyards of a psychiatrist. Blue -up Bolotin, where the hospital buildings were drowned in the darkness, kept snow, which was there not with a blanket, but with empty linen, anguish on weight; On the horizon, where the ash forest, snow earth and the sky, which were like a burned cigarette, was naughty so that only some return movement of the gaze along the bumps or along the mild, like a fertilizer on a shell cloud, hinted at the existing border. With only one glance at this picture, I wanted to lie down and lie; Antonov thought that the landscape outside the window must have taken away the last forces from the patients and, leaking into the wards with a gray watery light, literally holds them in state bunks.

Mikhail Proprorokov. Volume I: BGA (part 1-3). Volume II: BGA (part 4-6). Letters to the polar explorer. Stories. Essay. - M.: Grant, 2000. - 608 p. (I), 480 p. (II); The circulation is not indicated; ISBN 5-89135-112-9.

The novel "BGA" is a 1998 Buker finalist. A lengthy narrative of the life of Moscow philologists of the Aspirants, passionate about the introduction of progressive methods of teaching literature in high school. Mikhail Proprokov can often be seen on all kinds of literary parties (he composes reports about them for the media). This is an infinitely cute, rounded person with soft, like a velvet, simple -minded eyes. The novel looks like him like two drops of water. Magazines: "Literary science", "Flame", "Brotherhood of the republics", "Baltic". Surnames of the characters: B Orovsky, Mr. Ligmantozov, and Melin; Kolmankov, Fanabeev, Zerekhin, Mukhachevsky. Titov.

Quote: and when the main torn off and the Larva from the 9th non-demanatic class, Mashka Skurikhina on one of the lessons, completely ripped off, when there was still a lot of time, and there was nothing left to make the class of text, densely blushing through the three-centimeter layer of cosmetic tricks, suggested that he read the poem of Gumilyov, it became it in the world. the favorite that he was ready to courageously defend on all pedagogical councils; But even with her, she, unfortunately, had nothing to talk about with her: he needed to want to understand not only now, but how and by what means it was said in them - but alas, even for her repeatedly hardened girlish soul, this seemed too great abuse.

Mikhail Butov. Freedom : Roman. - St. Petersburg: Inapress, 2000. - 264 p.; circulation of 1000 copies.; ISBN 5-87135-095.

Last year's Buker Triumph. Criticism basically cursed, but in vain. The plot, of course, is loose, but the style is tasty, like night sweet tea with lemon in a dummer of samovar gold. A fragment about the tragic friendship of the hero -producer with a indoor spider is a small masterpiece.

Quote: And in the morning he was alive: I saw him near a cocoon with a cockroach. The weather changed dramatically during the night: after the frosts that have begun from the beginning of the winter, biting even in the apartment, if you come close to the window, there was a slurred slush, zero degrees. And as always when turning to heat, drowsiness especially took possession of me. I did not know any urgent task, for which it would be worthwhile to overcome it, so, boiling tea and smoking the morning "Belomor", climbed back into the bed. Chamber daytime dreams brought me to some huge bathyscaphe, where it was already full of people, a fibrous green haze flowed behind the portholes, and water was beaten from many cracks under pressure from the thickness above us, with tight jets. When she approached her nostrils, I commanded myself: it's time to get out. It turned out that it was already dark. Reaching to light a lamp on a clothespin near the bed, I unsuccessfully touched the wire and knocked over the chair on which I strengthened it. I had to sweep, then carefully choose glass crumbs between parquets, then stop the blood: unscrewing the unexplored base with a gear coward of fragments, I cut my finger a lot. The exaggering silence oppressed, which was not foreseen more than the end: from the same chair it flew to the floor and receiver, which now published only clicks, as if from atmospheric discharges. The back cover cracked, and something was rolled inside. I forgot about Ursus. And then he was already hanging, with a abdomen swollen into the ball, catching on the thread of one of the legs folded in half, and the imperceptible wind swooped him so easily, as if the body was already dry.

Nikolai Kononov. The funeral of the grasshopper: a novel in thirty -seven episodes with a prologue and epilogue. - St. Petersburg: Inapress, 2000. - 288 p.; circulation of 1000 copies.; ISBN 5-87135-097-6.

It turns out that a lanky, with finned shoulders, the St. Petersburg poet-style Nikolai Kononov was once a boy. And he had a beloved grandmother. Now he remembers her. Sobbing, a unit, subtracting, smearing mean tears over the bristly face.

Quote: I even see me now that this case, that is, what happened to me then, that is, that which I imagined then, the perspective in which everything that surrounds me was presented, and to be even more accurate, is what I remember now about those long -worn feelings, about their time -washed qualities - was somewhat like a slight form of dallotonism, which I allegedly suffered from then allegedly and allegedly Which I have been safely cured by today and, due to the current health, I can tell.

Alexander Genis. American alphabet: digital compositions of Zhenya Chef. - Yekaterinburg: Publishing House of the Urals. un-te; St. Petersburg: Summer Garden, 2000. - 96 p., 42 il.; circulation 4500 copies; ISBN 5-7525-0771-5 (Ural University Publishing House), ISBN 5-89740-033-4 (ITD Summer Garden).

Typical delimited genis. This time, his branded mix of well -meaning banalities and pasteurized quotes is clothed in the form of a popular encyclopedia (read carefully, baby!). And is for pharmacy, m is for motel, t is for toilet. Particularly thoughtful kids can paint a couple of cramped-grunt "digital compositions" of the artist with the Bratkov name Zhenya Chef (http://www.kyra-marat.com). And take a pie from the shelf. Cherry, Twinpix.

Quote: Umberto Eco, describing the most beautiful New York skyscraper "Trump Tower", compared it with a medieval castle: down, like a bazaar square, they still let commoners, artisans, onlookers and tourists. But carefully guarded chambers above are intended only for the nobility. Sophie Loren lives here.

Ekaterina Bobrinskaya. Futurism. - M.: Galart, 2000. - 192 p.; circulation of 2000 copies; ISBN 5-269-00931-5.

The fundamental and innovative work of a talented art critic. From Marinetti to Rus Nikonova.

Quote: The theater has become the most fruitful sphere of cooperation between Marinette and Florentine futurists. Their experiments with a special form of the performance, called "synthesis", opened, in particular, the road to create a new genre in the art of the twentieth century - performance. The main aspects of the new theater concept of the futurists were set out in the Manifesto "Futuristic Synthetic Theater", written in early 1915, Marinette, together with the Florentines E. Setimelli and B. Korra. The rejection of the literary narrative, from the plot and characters, but the main thing is the brevity of all the action were the main features of the "syntheses". The manifesto demanded from the new theater: "Squeeze in a few minutes, a few words and gestures are an endless set of situations, feelings, ideas, sensations, facts and symbols." The limit of brevity was demonstrated by some plays of Kanjullo, consisting of literally a few words. The play "Explosion", for example, looked like this:

"Actors: bullet.

The road at night, cold, deserted.

A minute of silence. - Shot shot.

Curtain".

Or the play "There is no dog here":

"Actors: the one who is not here.

The road at night, cold, deserted.

The dog crosses the street.

Curtain".

Samuel Becket. Lumina. Malon dies / Per. from English. and fr. V. Molot. - St. Petersburg: Amphora, 2000 (series "New Collection"). - 349 p.; circulation of 8000 copies; ISBN 5-8301-0080-0.

Bekketovsky "Mollya" is highly appreciated by the Chelyabinsk critic Dmitry Bavilsky . He is tirelessly looking for new and new meanings in him. It must be assumed that "Malon" will also give Dima a lot of joyful minutes.

Quote: And now Mrs. Lambert was left in the kitchen alone. She sat by the window, turned the wick at the lamp, which she always did before blowing her out, because she did not like to extinguish the lamp that had not yet been cooled. When she decided that the stove and the damper cooled enough, she rose and closed her bitterness. For a moment she stood in indecision, leaning forward and resting her hands on the table, then sat down again. Her working day ended, and other works began, daily torment, brought by a blind thirst for living. At the table or on the go, she carried them better than in bed. From the depths of endless fatigue, her inconspicuous sigh was heard, longing for the day, when there was night, and at night, when it was day and night, with fear, in the light that she heard about, but which, as she was told, she would not see (no. This is enough. It is heartbreaking. - RZH ) ... RZh) ...

Miguel de Unamuno. Saint Manuel Good, martyr: novel, story / per. from Span.; comp. And note. V. Andreyeva; Predwell. K. Koronosenko. - St. Petersburg: Symposium, 2000 (EX LIBRIS). - 558 s.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-89091-114-7.

For the first time in Russian - the novel "World among the War" (1897), the title book of philosophical short stories (1933), early essays "History of Paper Birds" (1888).

Quote: And now every time I see or put a paper bird, I remember Bilbao’s bombardment, inspiration of those days, the emergence of my ideas, the slow formation of my spirit and the whole living, diverse and primordial world, which, enriching my imagination and arousing my mind, went away and died in a dark corner where abandoned toys of childhood die.

Robert Irvin. Arabic nightmare. Flesh of prayer pillows: novels / Per. from English. V. Kogan. - St. Petersburg: Symposium, 2000. - 460 p.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-89091-107-4.

54 -year -old British orientalist Robert Irvin is the author of six novels, who at first glance had every chance to become cult. However, a self -respecting cult book does not have the right to injure the psyche too much. Please tickle the nerves - please, but in order to purposefully bring the reader to madness ... those who had the misfortune to acquire an "Arabic nightmare", which separately published in Russian years five or six years ago, is familiar with this feeling of a private epistemological catastrophe: the world around it seems to be the same, but not the same; The carving in the eyes, nausea, symptoms of paranoia ... The spiritual resistance of Victor Kogan is striking, who not only read all this, but also translated - and still as if nothing had happened walking the streets, travels to the tram and on the subway.

Quote: She led him out of the pit and led him along the covered passage paved with cobblestone, winding between cells and pantries. They approached the low doorway, over which it was written: these are the Sultanian hunters who are sitting on the gloves of the ladies and await the opportunity to bring death from heaven. Roxlanus whipped inside, and Orhan followed her among the cells with imperial hunting birds. Falcon in the plugs of leather helmets, uneasily fidgeted on their nestles. Roxlan explained that this is the shortest way. Then, going out at another low door, they found themselves in a spacious giraffe with a high ceiling. Here are successful results of mating camels and leopards, which are called giraffes.

E.M.Morfster. Maurice: Roman. Stories / Per. from English. A. Kuprina; Predwell. A. Kuprina. - M.: Verb, 2000. - 334 p.; circulation of 4000 copies; ISBN 5-87532-047-8.

Here is Forster; It seems that it seemed from afar a decent person, a steppe (albeit boring) writer, and upon closer examination ... The novel, composed in 1914, was published only in 1971. Posthumously.

Quote: By evening, he experienced a breakdown when he thought that he spent only one full day with Cleve! And it was necessary for them to rush, like fools, instead of hugging! Maurice did not understand that everything turned out in the best way - he was too young to recognize triviality in contact for the sake of contact. If a friend had not restrained him, he would have been saturated with passion. And later, when his love gained new power, he realized what service fate rendered him. One hug in the darkness and one long bright day with the wind in the face were two pillars that existed inseparably. And the painful separation that he experienced now was a necessary link, instead of becoming a destroyer.