Denis Bychikhin. Not a word about sex

Not a word about sex
Denis Bychikhin

Publication date: April 20, 2000

Again we practice speed and miniaturization. Aka we do it quickly and backhandedly.

For example:

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This is what we will focus on. Because here they just let their guard down. It seems so to me. In the sense that they blossomed. By the way, about promiscuity .

Here is what interests us in the first place (like a groundhog = a thinking person). Review by literary critic Kuritsyn. On the book of the Nazi Evers.

By a funny coincidence, an article on a similar topic recently appeared in RJ - through the efforts of Linor Goralik. Therefore, either Nazism (not to be confused with nationalism), or secret rivalry with Linor, or homunculi - a topic that is extremely relevant today. I must admit, I tried to understand why for quite a long time. But he couldn’t (perhaps it’s all about Kuritsyn - he’s an unshaven and unpredictable man). Maybe you will be able to do this in full - through comparison. I'll just give you a quote:

Evers is the most repulsive, the most disgusting of all the writers of letters I know. Everything that is “unnatural” in a person: admiring ulcers and intestines, willingness to enroll in voodoo sections, sex with the dead and children, embalming the living, kissing decomposed flesh... well, in general, everything, all, all...

Evers is the world's champion of disgusting. Gilles Deleuze, not knowing how to praise Masoch for “Venus in Fur,” came up with: “Such a rarefied and suffocating atmosphere, such an intensity of voluntary torture cannot be found anywhere else, except perhaps in the best works of G. G. Evers.” Naturally: hand in hand with all this disgustingness goes primordial spiritual purity and great love, that’s how it is with people.

For those who are not interested in the quote, here is the actual title of the review: “Never give away your sperm at the moment of death.” If this does not touch you, then it is unlikely that we will understand each other in person.

Now:

Off-line

Mikhail Novikov is on fire here. With his well-known column “What to Read?” ("Kommersant"). This time we invite you to read “48 Laws of Power” by Robert Greene and the Russian detective story “School of Doubles” by Marianna Bakonina.

The fact that Mikhail Novikov fiercely dislikes modern non-fiction has long been clear to us. Especially after his escapades yesterday. Still, it's a shame.

For what? Yes, for myself. We flaunt ourselves with a “good face” and a timid smile. We shuffle and chatter to the old lady of literature. But Novikov is frank, proud and independent. He, as the poet said, is a sewer man of the present day. And he’s not at all shy about it. Therefore, he is extremely accurate in his assessments.

Here, in particular, about Green’s “Laws”:

If the author sought to prove the need for a moral imperative by contradiction (the book, note, is entirely about meanness - mainly Chinese), outlining a terrible picture of a super-pragmatic world in which there is no place for any kind of movement - he succeeded. But the manual on the topic “how to be a scoundrel” is almost 600 pages. And the only conclusion that is available to the reader fits into one line: it is profitable to be bad, but it is pleasant to be good.

But these are still flowers. Marianna Bakonina took the main bucket of cleansing criticism on her unfortunate, even female, shoulders. First of all, the novel is bad:

There are countless attempts to switch from journalism to fiction - but how many of them were successful? Bakonina is a famous TV presenter of the St. Petersburg channel. The demon persuaded her to write a detective story. Remember Styopa Likhodeev: “The article is stupid, and the money is small.”

Secondly, there is not a word about sex in it. But we don’t have Sharia. So what came out of Bakonon’s pen was not only mortal boredom, but also anti-nationalism coupled with disgustingness, not to say what kind. However, Novikov found the words:

You read and expect that any moment, among the “noisy, freedom-loving horde of reporters, who are always happy to grab the first bast that comes along and insert it into the appropriate line,” some muscular arms and firm breasts will flash. But no: the details are stored in the heads, and the bast is inserted exclusively into the line.

That is, these are the funny descriptions we were deprived of. Bast, as far as I understand, is some kind of bark?

It doesn't matter, though.

Till tomorrow.