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Swedish shop #11
Lively and uncompromising women's poetry in stylish printing; and you say: “ Vera Pavlova , Vera Pavlova”...
"Poems for Ira Bogushevskaya ":
Don't worry, don't worry, take a chance
The way dreams are at risk.
Hold on, balance like a dancer
Her elbows, ankles, lollipops, collarbones,
There is a spinner on an intact silver thread.
You see how he suffers, but is not gloomy
The light, and the music still sounds, and the mercies are great.
Alexandra Petrova . Residence permit: Poems, essays / Preface. Alexander Goldstein. - M.: New Literary Review, 2000 (series “ Andrei Bely Prize ”). - 133 pp.; circulation not specified; ISBN 5-86793-127-7.
Outwardly, Alexandra Petrova slightly resembles the short-haired and poorly slept Andie MacDowell, who played the main role in Peter Weir's film , a collection of the same name in Russian . Bronte from Green Card was a pretty and sensible girl. She loved philosophy and chlorophyll.
Quote: So, the “race” and “gender” columns no longer exist because they are not true. It is fashionable to wear black hands on a white body. And vice versa. Also an exchange of hearts. What's the difference between being cloned and born? Huxley and Zamyatin were in vain to become emotional. On the contrary, maybe Maeterlinck will bring back our grandparents, and Eurydice in a wasted tunic will stage a fashion show from the Homeric era live. Maybe we will still live in the city of En, where suffering will be written off as unsuitable.
Yuri Buida . Yellow House : Shchina. - M.: New Literary Review, 2001 (“Art Series”). - 496 pp.; circulation 3000 copies; ISBN 5-86793-119-6.
A conglomerate of cultural essays and provocative short stories in the spirit of Borges, Cortazar, or Buzzati. The core idea is that Western Christian rationalism is over, the era of “new intuitionism” is coming. The author dislikes Goethe, despises Bulgakov and considers Hamlet to be an unsuccessful play. At first glance, “The Yellow House” is one of those books that, when read, gives acute mental pleasure, but a week will pass and you will completely forget what it was actually about. However, do not rush: individual texts (especially those included in the Intermedia section) will force you to take the volume off the shelf in a week or a year.
“Icon and Mirror”: It is believed that it is time for extremely immature freedom of speech to bear fruit, and few people care that these fruits have been grown in other cultures for five hundred, seven hundred, or even a thousand years. Until recently, critics kept saying something sarcastic: “Well, they’ve given literature free rein, but where are the new Tolstoys and Dostoevskys? No, yeah!” Well, times turned out to be lean for Tolstoy and Dostoevsky, that’s all. Everyone was waiting for the “new Gogols” to appear to us, breaking through the wall, while it has long been known that genuine talents always entered through the door: that’s what culture is for. The painful desire for a “new word”, fueled by the traditional Russian “neurosis of originality”, against the backdrop of significant gaps in erudition, leads to the fact that rehashes of the techniques of the Russian and European avant-garde of the 20s are sometimes mistaken for discoveries, and the anemic Georgy Ivanov becomes idols , then the graphomaniac Castaneda. Recently, a young newspaper critic, describing another “action” organized by Moscow avant-garde artists, declared that this was the newest movement in Western culture, although, of course, this is not so: “actions” like those that are now in fashion thanks to Messrs. Kulik, Brener and others like them were marginal phenomena of Western culture in the 60s, and now - and long ago - they have degenerated into pseudo-intellectual kitsch. Soup with cologne.
Intellectual Forum: International Journal. # 3. - 255 p.
Gordon A. Craig and Mark Pechersky on historians of Hitlerism, Tony Judt on current views on the Cold War, Hilary Mantel on Robespierre, John Lanchester on Gates and Microsoft, Francis Spafford on British astronauts.
Spafford (translated by Victor Golyshev): Arthur C. Clarke, now a famous science fiction writer and the author of a pioneering paper on satellite communications, became increasingly irritated by the theological science fiction of Clive Lewis, who saw space travel as a sinful attempt by fallen humanity to exceed the boundaries set for it by God. In "Reflections on the Psalms" (1958) he defined it as the desire "...God forbid, to throw out the slop of our depravity into new worlds." Clark contacted Lewis and they agreed to meet in Oxford at the Eastgate Tavern. Clark took Cleaver with him as his second; Lewis brought Tolkien. They perceived the world so differently that even an argument was almost impossible. Clark and Cleaver did not see anything “dark” in technology, and Lewis and Tolkien saw no new possibilities for pushing the boundaries of human consciousness. In their opinion, the usefulness of the machines was limited to preparing pipe tobacco and transporting readers to the Bodleian Library. Of course, no sense came out of this meeting. “I have no doubt: you are vicious people,” Lewis said cheerfully in parting, “but how boring it would be if everyone were virtuous.”
Jean-Paul Crespel. Everyday life in Montmartre during the time of Picasso (1900-1910) / Trans. from fr. T.V. Balashova, ed. L.I. Kaisarova; preface A.P. Levandovsky. - M.: Young Guard, 2000 ( series “Living History: Everyday Life of Humanity” ). - 245 [11] p., ill.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-235-02401-Х.
Alcohol, opium, and promiscuity do not lead to good things.
Quote: But for several years she served as a model for the world famous works of Toulouse-Lautrec. First of all, there is the Moulin Rouge poster, which shows her with her legs upturned in a cloud of lace skirts; then - the painting “At the Moulin Rouge”, where it is she who attracts the eye, although she is depicted from the back and in the background, “Dance at the Moulin Rouge”, where she is depicted together with the fearless Valentin Le Desosset. During her work at the Moulin Rouge, La Goulue earned very good money. There were times when Zidler paid her 3,750 francs a week: golden shower! Leaving the Moulin Rouge, she had wealth, but it did not serve her for long. In 1985, when no one was signing contracts with her anymore, she came up with the ridiculous idea of inviting a troupe of faded beauties performing oriental dances to fairs in Montmartre and other places. She herself could no longer dance, but she swayed her hips invitingly, finding this pitiful shamelessness of hers attractive.
Georg Trakl. Complete collection of poems / Trans. with him. and preface Vladimir Letuchy. - M.: Fazis, 2000. - 192 p.; circulation not specified; ISBN 5-7036-0068-5.
Austria, 1887-1914 . The word "expressionism" does not come from "expression", but from ex-pression - "squeezing out".
"Song of Lamentations":
Beloved, the green bud is deceiving,
plays in the lunar gardens.
ABOUT! - who would know what is blooming behind the yew hedge!
The gold of the lips touches my lips and they ring like stars
over the Kedron stream.
Star mists again
descend to the plain
in a wild and inexpressible dance.
Oh my beloved, your lips
sweeter than pomegranate apples,
ripening on the crystal shells of my lips.
All its weight rests on us
golden silence of the plain.
Blood smokes to the sky
beaten by Herod
babies.
Russian cavafiana : In three parts / Comp. S.B. Ilyinskaya. - M.: OGI, 2000 (series "Greek Library"). - 656 p., ill.; circulation not specified; ISBN 5-900241-28-Х.
Part one - translations of poems by Constantinos Cavafy . Part two - monograph by S.B. Ilyinskaya about the poet. Part three - articles by R. Jacobson and P. Kolaklidis "Grammatical imagery in Cavafy's poem...", Joseph Brodsky " On the Side of Cavafy ", V.N. Toporov "The Apparition of Cavafy", S.B. Ilyinskaya " K.P. Cavafy and Russian poetry of the "Silver Age" and " K.P. Cavafy in Russia ", T.V. Tsivyan "On the poetics of Cavafy." The project strikes the imagination no less than Pazolinian N. Stavrovskaya or Yeatsian K. Golubovich; One-woman girls can move mountains.
“Wait for them to appear” (translated by Evg. Solonovich):
Candle. Is this not enough? There is no need for another fire.
The cold flickering light will spread with warmth in the blood,
as soon as the Shadows appear, the Shadows of Love will appear.
Candle. Isn't this enough for extra light today?
Shouldn't you burn in the evening closet? Trust dreams, mirages
and listen to the incoherent speech of premonitions, hints, visions,
hovering above the everyday world in a faintly flickering light,
and wait for the Shadows to appear, the shadows of Love to appear.
Romain Gary . Lady L. Colors of the day: Novels / Transl. from fr. L. Bondarenko, A. Farafonova; afterword L. Bondarenko. - St. Petersburg: Symposium, 2000. - 474 p.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-89091-124-4.
Sixth, penultimate volume of the collection. op. Gari / Azhara . About women and about cinema. The prototypes of the heroines are critic Leslie Blanch and actress Jean Seberg (“Breathless”). "Lady L." Charles de Gaulle really liked it. "Colors of the Day" - for the first time in Russian.
Quote: He was seriously considering euthanasia when the bombshell effect of his first film put him off it. And so he - a great connoisseur - looked at Ann's face, not even knowing whether he was experiencing such acute pleasure from his cigar, or from the fact that he was looking into that delightful future. It had to be admitted, however, that this was still a long way off. Ten years at least, maybe a little more, he thought, searching this face with a pleading look in search of a wrinkle, a beginning of puffiness, a gray hair. The neck was especially distinguished by its incomparable purity of lines, and that place under the chin, from which women begin to age, had all the grace and freshness of a lilac branch... It was absolutely disgusting.
John Bart . Chimera: A Novel / Trans. from English and preface V. Lapitsky. - St. Petersburg: Symposium, 2000 (Ex Libris series). - 382 pp.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-89091-138-4.
An extremely timely reincarnation of the “alphabet” publication that was sensational a year and a half ago - with the addition of three lecture texts. Subsequent volumes promise " The End of the Road ", "Giles the Goat" and even "WRITTEN".
“Stories within stories within stories”: For the Muses, it does not seem to play a special role whether the writer calls on them, as Alexander Solzhenitsyn does, guided by the heroic desire to expose and destroy the oppressive state system, or, as in Flaubert, out of a decadent desire to write a novel “about nothing” - their decision to sing or not to sing seems to be based on completely different considerations. The Muses constitute a much less responsible committee in the moral sphere than the Swedish Academy.
Orhan Pamuk. Black Book: Novel / Trans. from Turkish Vera Feonova. - St. Petersburg: Amphora, 2000 (series “New Age”). - 573 pp.; circulation 5000 copies; ISBN 5-8301-0193-9.
Istanbul is similar to Moscow: cockroaches in the kitchen sink, the refrigerator does not allow you to sleep, there is fine snow outside the window, crowded buses, damp minibuses that smell of cigarette smoke. The publishing house that produces the translated books that the missing Rüya devoured - to Amphora: “Never before have 126 books in one series been published in Turkey. The license plate of our novels is a guarantee of their quality.” Inserted short stories based on the experimental exercises of Yuri Buida . The motif of consanguineous marriage is just as obsessively present in all plot lines, as the motif of fatherhood is in Mikhail Shishkin’s “The Taking of Ishmael.” In its rhythm and details, the “Black Book” in some places resembles the “Khazar Dictionary”, but more important are the differences: in Pavich, the weathered, hyper-anachronistic culture appears in a shiny, export version, in Pamuk - in an everyday, de-romanticized version. The Turkish writer, of course, is not going to pity his compatriots; on the contrary, he offers them healing poultices. Accustoms one to the idea that anyone deprived of a face can gain individuality only by imitating another, others, coinciding with them to the best of his ability. Humble yourself, proud man; Don't show off, citizens. Enrich your memory with the riches you develop over the hill - look, in a hundred years the first sticks will loom in the endless string of zeros. “Any Turk who has read a Western book with pleasure... after some time begins to believe that he not only enjoyed reading it, but also wrote it.” And this gives hope. We are talking, we emphasize, about the Turks; in Russia, no one has even read the south-eastern “Black Book” yet.
The key to detective intrigue, which seems incomprehensible to many, is not in names, but in color combinations. Place a sheet of paper next to it, divided into two columns, and as you read, write down the names of all the green (pistachio, etc.) objects you come across in the text on the left, and all the blue (light blue, etc.) items on the right. By the end, the solution will be ready: who killed whom, when and why. And in general - did he kill?
Quote: The sun did not begin to enter the room, it stopped on the window frames. The curtains were open. Drops dripped from the tips of icicles hanging from the roof of the house opposite and from drainpipes clogged with snow. Behind the quadrangle of a tall chimney throwing out clouds of brown smoke, a patch of clear blue sky was visible against the background of a triangular red tiled roof. From time to time, Galip looked up from his eyes, tired from reading, and looked at the crows, cutting through the blue in their swift flight. Returning to the papers, he realized that Jelal, when he was tired, working on articles, also looked out the window and saw the same crows.
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