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Not sleeping - around the snake
What the authors of Gorky read in 2023. Part is the third
Travel notes on scraps of toilet paper as the top of the latest literary Olympus; how to show that something is not, through form, if what is, is just the rest of what was; non -reinforcement of the foreseeable universe; Metaroman to the glory of Ilyazda and the book that you want to take with them when metaphysical dwarfs will be told to black wigws. All this and much more - in the third part of our survey dedicated to what the authors of Gorky read in 2023.Starting from February 24, 2022, we were all in the face of the advancing barbarism, violence and lies. In this situation, it is extremely important to preserve at least the remnants of culture and support the values of humanism - including for the sake of the future of Russia. Therefore, the editorial office of Gorky will continue to talk about books, reminding our readers that the world remains in the world and fiction.
Evgeny Petrov
In the past year, he read a lot, mainly from idleness and desire to plug the ever -appearing gaps in consciousness.
He set himself an absolutely idiotic goal to read a certain number of books for the calendar year. I did a little unwitcop it, because I have the ability to read a couple of months excitedly and then get an aversion to reading for another couple of months, but I will not set such goals anymore, it is better to drink elite alcohol and listen to the Emerson, Lake & Palmer group through gold wires.
The year began with the fact that he finally read collections of articles and essays Alexander Timofeevsky “Spring of the Middle Ages” and “Poddyshka Book”. In general, the main impression was such that it seems like recently smart people wrote smart words for fees in conditional units, and now, forgive Lord, all smart, and stupid, just beggars and no press tour for Sicily.
In winter, I read the memories of Albert Speer (I think most people over the past two years have for some reason sat down to read books about fascism). As a collection of shoes about Hitler, it is very interesting, but a short Sammar can be obtained faster by driving a joke about Hitler on YouTube .
I read the last two parts of the “diary” of Alexander Markin, received some simply inhuman pleasure. I respect generally the genre of travel notes on scraps of toilet paper and men's gaskets - these diaries are one of the best books in Russian, which I have read over the past few years.
After that, there was a desire to re -familiarize himself with the work of Vladimir “Adolfych” Nesterenko and re -read “Fiery Burial”. This thought arose when he began to observe the last activity of Adolfych, he just had a second wind on the Internet, he is now fighting with the Khimprom drug cartel and the Odessa playwright Dombrovsky.
I didn’t like creativity (as last time): in order to write good notes on scraps of toilet paper, one must still have not only rich life experience, but also some kind of talent.
After Nesterenko, he remembered such a writer as Valery Primost, the author of the novel about the Late Covereign Army “Staffing Bitch” in the narrow circles of the novel, and decided to re -read it. Here he did not disappoint me, since he is really still read with interest, and in general it is almost the only work on such a topic that does not roll into unnecessary moralization and other sins.
I decided to read his other book called "Transnistrian lawlessness." Then I realized that in vain the author was given such advances. It turned out to be an adventure novel about how the guy went to fight in Transnistria, joined some kind of mythical special forces and eventually killed his former love from Lithuania in the war, which became the same Baltic sniper of the newspapers of the 90s. We do not want to read this (only if in a long -distance train).
I studied what the author lives, it turned out that he was interrupted in a famous advertiser and wrote another books “The Master of the World. Storitelling and civilization ”and“ Jopa Mira ... Abo Shlya to Zirok, ”did not plunge so deeply into his work further.
Then the time of serious literature came, and I sat down for the “ end of the regime ” by Alexander Baunov was recognized as a “foreign agent” - a book, of course, important, but just as boring. But he filled the gaps in his knowledge of the history of Spain and Portugal, you can now boast of this in political disputes in taverns.
In order to somehow return to the native realities, I decided to re-read the “ Czechopitsa ” by Vyacheslav Mayer. (In general, I advise you to do this to all Russian people on an ongoing basis, you can keep in a bedside table instead of another book and read excerpts for the night every day.)
Briefly one can say this: Mr. Mayer knows how to speak in a simple language about things no less important than those about which Mr. Baunov writes, but his writer's talent is much higher.
All year I thought that it would be necessary to re -read the work of the French writer Velbek , but his hands never reached. I remembered that, in addition to the Velbek, there is a great French writer Vincent Ravalek. I re -read it “Anthem of Shipnah”, it is like the film Refna “dealer”, only a book. A wonderful author generally, sorry, they did not translate him to the end into Russian. If you know the French-I advise you to read his trilogy “The Thin's Respect in the White Sky” (for some reason, only the final novel “Nostalgia for Black Magic”, where Leviathan floats around the city of Paris), translated into Russian “Foreigner”).
There is definitely a book of the year - this is the opus of Magnum of the multi -veined Eduard Lukoyanov about Mamleev. There are books that you read and want them to not end. An extremely rare case, but this is exactly how the “father of the connecting rods” turned out, because only such literature can make a four -hour trip on a minibus for Kyrgyzstan fascinating. The power of art, there is nothing to add.
In the fall, I like to read my beloved writer Gabriel Wittkop, but this year I replaced her with Ladislav Klim: I first read the “Journey of a Blind Snake for Truth” and re -read the “suffering of Prince Sternehoha”, I really liked it. “Suffering” is just a model of transgression on the way to the literary Olympus, I highly recommend it.
I would like to note the Nonfixes of Andrei Znamensky Red Shambhala: Magic, Prophecy, and Geopolitics in the Heart of Asia . This is one of the best works on the topic of red occultism, reads in places as an unexpected part of the Soviet Indiana Jones. If you want to go out in terms of understanding the history of Central Asia outside the Baron Ungern and the Roerich family, I recommend reading.
Most likely, Cinema Speculation Quentin Tarantino read in 2023 will be the last book . From the book “ Cinema ”, as it was translated into Russian, you expect some “Kaye Du Cinema”, but in the end it is (good) a book about how Quentin Tarantino went with the men of his mother’s mother to watch Blaxeprostyshn into dollar cinemas-and what it led to. We can’t swear with obscenities, but the book would look great with the name “****** [wordblast] about cinema.”
This year I moved from Russia to France. The year was turbulent and generous to verify my mental stability. For the most part, I read psychoanalytic literature all year - seminars of Jacques Lacan and Jacques Allen Miller, professional articles and magazines. But what is interesting - the only book that I brought with me is the book of poems by Grigory Dashevsky. I always suspected myself of the love of pathetics and I think that it is not in vain.
1. Grigory Dashevsky. Poems and translations
Khlebnikov, of course, is a champion, but Dashevsky wins without even stepping into the ring and not particularly in need of regalia. The book contains his poems and translations, as well as the software essay “How to read modern poetry”, where he writes, for example, that the key to understanding poetry is what a person thinks of himself or his life. I know a lot of his poetry by heart, poems lie on the language by themselves, I want to know them, I want to remember, tell them, look for them. Absolute honesty of your own word, very sealed, sufficient poetry. I will not exaggerate if I say that I am happy, that in Russian it was possible to write poetry and poetry like that .
2. Magali Nachtergael. Poet Against the Machine. Une Histoire Technopolitique de la Littérature
The name of this book is a reference to the musical group Rage Against the Machine. Replacing the poet is a metaphor for the experience of poetry as a practice of liberation from the dictatorship of the machine: discourse machines, capitalism machines, a machine of automatism of the language ... In this essay, the philosopher Magali Nakhtergael reconstructs the history of modern Neolither (the term Nakhtergael) , engaged in the archeology of interactions between poets and technological tools. She explores the tactics of poetic writing, defined by her in the book as mainly “counter -cultural” - from dad to slam, from rap to the body - without recording them as marginal, but offering to reconsider a pessimistic attitude to technology and perform aesthetic reinvestment, replacing the mercantile and alienating use of technology with personal knowledge and experience of poetic emancipation. In short: Lights out! Guerilla Radio! Turn that shit up!
3. John Jefferson Selve. Meta Carpenter
John Jefferson Selev is the founder of the literary and art magazine Possession Immédiate . What is interesting here - the author’s picturesque approach - wide strokes, ropes of desire, solid metaphors, nothing straight. The book is completely and completely devoted to the screen, algorithms, eros in digital and unrestrained, living faith in the possibility of meeting with a person. Ménage à Trois: Meta Carpenter, Webcam Model (named after one of the lovers of Faulkner) with a man who is equally afraid to be both captured and released, and a certain third-Corsaire-Satan. A very psychoanalytic novel about the unity of three registers: symbolic, imaginary and real, where in the very middle, as in the middle of modernity, a look .
4. Annie Erno. In power
She gave me reassurance. Metaphor's book about another woman in a woman’s life. The book about rage and jealousy, which does not explain anything, but gives to see from the outside . Erno is ruthless to myself that I especially love.
5. Katya Petrovskaya. It seems Esther
I read it while I was traveling to Paris from Russia by car with all my things. A native of Kyiv Katya Petrovskaya is closed by criticism for this auto-firm roman, written initially in German, and I share this recognition. The experience of memory of the war and his family in the war, this novel is built around the tragedy of Babyeo Yar - "When they called, my grandmother just went." A novel of the restoration of memory through his own fate, interest in fate, love. A book-binding book-the need for naming, the need to draw a line between what is hidden behind the seemingly, and what can be known and conveyed. This is a novel of the name - "It seems that her father said, her name was Esther . "
6. Gennady Mountains. A fragment of the river
Gennady Mountains , a poet and a science fiction writer (at the end of his life), was born in prison, where his parents fell for revolutionary activities, and throughout his life and career he was forced to survive in the vice of the Soviet. The mountains reveals the seriousness of poetry - the experience of the language to the limit, which can and should be for the sake of life and on the side of life. The poetry and prose of the mountain causes an almost physical sense of resonance with the word, it is often unpleasant, inconvenient to read. Behind reading the mountain, it became clear to me what materiality ( Mot érialité) of the language is. The need to preserve and convey, fix the monstrous, intolerable, inhuman, dumb experience is expressed by means of this experience of living a disaster. Only the body and tongue are nothing more.
7-8. Georges Didi Suberman. What we see is what looks at us; Georges Didi-Huberman. La Peinture Incarnée
Now I read Didi Huberman-a French philosopher who is engaged in the study of the image and the methodology of artistic research. It works a lot with psychoanalytic theory. I read it to understand how to talk about painting-both books raise the question of “object-noro”, the void of an object of painting or art in general. How to talk about emptiness and what to do with what cannot be thought? How to comprehend the absence? How to show that something is not, through form, if what is, just the rest of what was? These studies are for me-great experiments of understanding loss, and in a sense-experiments of thought about the comfort of small.
This year was the year of the change of locations, so my whole library remained in one country, and I in another. Still, moving with books is very dreary. So with me, I took only the book of Thomas Metzinger “The Tunnel of the Ego: the science of the brain and myth of my Self”, bought from the hands of the exorbitant basis (this book will become a bibliographic rarity), since I wanted to sit with her with a pencil and draw all sorts of marginalia in the fields. I simply did not manage to read all the other paper books acquired at the beginning of the year, with one exception: Anton Sekysov’s book “ Rest See. I managed to read the Petersburg cemeteries and life around them , but I regretted the acquisition. Either I walked too much around the St. Petersburg cemeteries, or I didn’t finish the sectors with enthusiasm and gonzo-style, but the book is very watery, consists of a modest number of ships, which seemed to have changed into a book from the Internet. In addition, there are no really important cemeteries of St. Petersburg, well, what is it?
I read everything else in the cold window of Moon Reader, and it was either by Buddological literature or science fiction. The two books of Ronald M. Davidson about the development of esoteric Buddhism very much came from the first category: “ Indian esoteric Buddhism: social history of the tantric movement ” and “ Tibetan Renaissance: Tantric Buddhism and the Renaissance of Tibetan Culture ”. The translation of both books was completed last year by one respected enthusiast, books are in the public domain on his website, it would be cool if someone published. I also liked the two books of the Australian bhiksh of the shrapace of Dhammika: “Broken Buddha. Critical thoughts about the Theravad and call for new Buddhism ”and Footprints in the Dust: The Life of the Buddha from the Most Ancient Sources . Very sincere and interesting books.
From remarkable fantasy-two trilogies of Richard Scott Backer “Prince nothing” and “aspect-imperial aspect”: dark fantasy about antihero from the sect of determinants-manipulators that confront the sect of cosmos; The theory of horseshoes in the Gnostic mood; References to neuronacs, setting of the Crusades in an alternative universe - everything would be very good if it were not for the monstrous tightness of the work. But the further the “Second Apocalypse” series develops, the darker: I hope that the continuation will not be so viscous and the characters will finally destroy the foreseeable universe.
Another van read the entire series “Space” from the collective James Corey - a good coli, it is not surprising that he was filmed; And also it is not surprising that it was not fully filmed. The last book of the cycle was translated into Russian last year, and this turned out to be a good end of history. It is a pity that they did not destroy the foreseeable universe.
Those who are constantly and professionally work with literature are familiar with the desire to “read for pleasure”. Usually this is “reading for pleasure” then, too, and it adapts somewhere, for research. But an even more severe case, when you have been engaged in mainly Russian emigration of interwar decades for a long time and already cease to understand that it separates an excitingly safe book page from simply exciting cases from today's life.
In the summer, I undertook to re -read the voluminous collage novel by Anatoly Vishnevsky's intercepted letters. The case of the “novelist” here is to collect, sort and decompose real documents in the correct order regarding the lives of several generations of the Tatishchev family. Documents are taken from the family archive. The time of action is the endless twentieth century. The main characters: Nikolai Tatishchev, sisters of Shreibman, of which the artist Ida Karskaya, Natalya Stolyarova and Boris Poplavsky are most famous (a large piece was given to him in the middle of the book). The generous fragments from the diaries of the latter, stored in the archive, are interspersed with the records of other participants in the noisy Montparnas years. This book for many is associated with Paris between the two wars and the figure of the emigrant “damned poet”, which is fair, but not enough: the action reaches the 21st century, and in a long time of reading you become an attorney of various heroes of this archive.
Another reading “by profession, but for pleasure” is the first monograph about the life of Ilya Zdanevich, written by the American Joannna Drarar, “Ilyazd: the Metabiography of the Modernist” (Johanna Drucker. Iliazd: a meta-biography of a modernist). It came out in English in 2020, but was written mostly at the turn of 1980-1990. In the book quite in the modernist tradition, we will find not only the story of the life of Ilyazda, but also the entertaining story about how the young researcher comes to the widow of Zdanevich Helen, how they are tormented together with archival rubble and come up with a biographical narrative. The inserts of the narrator are preserved throughout the text. This is a biography, research and at the same time metaroman. Joanna every now and then leaves the shadow of the story about someone else's life and begins to excessively share her discussions about why she did not interview helen, did not ask about their family life, or about what she thinks about the biography genre. To what extent it coincides with a person. Who is Ilyazd. Where is this person about whom she writes. The move is not God the news, what is unique. But her overwhelming attitude towards Zdanevich and his “darling” due to all these “exits to the stage” and copyright doubts cannot but cause sympathy. Наибольшее наслаждение от этой книги получит тот, кого интересуют livres d'artistes Ильязда — его типографские шедевры, созданные в сотрудничестве с самыми первоклассными художниками XX века: в них авторка наиболее профессионально разбирается.
Спасительное чтение этого года — заново переведенные и изданные записные книжки Вернера Херцога «О хождении во льдах». В этих подневных записях рассказана экстравагантная и реальная история о том, как чудо-немецкий-режиссер Херцог, узнав о тяжелой болезни своей старшей коллеги и подруги Лотте Айснер, живущей в Париже, решил спасти ее, пройдя пешком из Мюнхена в Париж и храня это почти в полной тайне. Шел в декабре. Ночевал где попало, стоптал ноги, попадал в странные ситуации, переполнился живительным одиночеством, галлюцинировал от усталости и воодушевления наяву, но дошел. И Айснер выжила. Когда читаешь такую и подобные им истории, думаешь, что как-то так, наверное, и должна быть устроена жизнь.
Самые сильные впечатления от стихов — книга Варвары Недеогло « Русские девочки кончают свободной землей ». Эту книгу хочется посоветовать прочитать без всяких объяснений и толкований: отдайтесь этому безудержному потоку. Сломанный и острый режущий алфавит этих стихов наряду со злой и умной разъедающей иронией и трансгрессивной автобиографической лиричностью всякого приведут в чувство.
Другое увлекательное чтение — книга « Постлюбовь. Будущее человеческих интимностей » Виктора Вилисова. Все чаще теперь это будущее кажется почти людоедским, с учетом новых принимаемых законов, правого поворота в мире и до обидного зацикленной логики любовных историй, где часто главенствует обладание. В книге так щедро и умело собран настоящий компендиум современных cultural studies с особенным фокусом на близости и любви, что ты можешь по меньшей мере обзавестись надежными теоретическими союзниками для того, чтобы додумывать до конца неудобные мысли.
Захотелось в этом году перечитать также и что-то из «прошлого» человеческих интимностей. Лидия Гинзбург в начале «Записок блокадного человека» пишет о том, что в годы войны люди жадно взялись за «Войну и мир» Толстого — как бы проверить себя в «осажденной» жизни. Перечитать сейчас «Войну и мир» — значит подарить себе хотя бы какое-то освобождение. Казалось бы, пронизанный чуждыми тебе условностями мир толстовских героев должен действовать раздражающе на тех, кто хочет не отворачиваясь пребывать в 2023 году, однако Толстой вопреки всякой логике оказывается не менее современен, чем семейная хроника в архивном коллаже Вишневского. По меньшей мере эта хрестоматийная и потому мало прочитанная книга помогает дойти до ясности и безжалостности во взгляде на свою собственную реальность.
Каждый год я стараюсь перечитывать хотя бы двух-трех поэтов из обоймы классической русской литературы. На этот раз ими сталиАфанасий Фет и Борис Поплавский. На мой взгляд, Фет — это очень странный человек, который бывает настолько одержим воспоминаниями, что перестает замечать разницу между присутствием и отсутствием, прошлым и будущим, здесь и там, сном и явью, «да» и «нет» и так далее. Несмотря на очевидную шизофреничность подобной ситуации, благодаря этому он способен видеть мир таким, какой он есть, точнее таким, каким он является, а затем проходит, оседая где-то в глубинах памяти. Примерно то же самое можно сказать и о Поплавском. Главное помнить, что поэзия — это очень конкретное искусство, поэтому любые обобщения вроде приведенных выше на самом деле не имеют к ней почти никакого отношения.
В силу фатальных отклонений в интеллектуальном развитии я давно интересуюсь литературами Африки и Ближнего Востока, поэтому не мог не обратить внимание на переиздание книги Николая Альбертовича Куна «Мифы и сказки народов Африки». Как многим хорошо известно, читать африканские народные сказки — все равно что оказаться в голове у трижды сошедшей с ума бешеной собаки, и в данном случае все так и есть. Если в этом году вы еще не сошли с ума, хотя вся окружающая действительность всячески в этом вам потворствовала, а отдельные личности проявляли прямо-таки нездоровый энтузиазм, в следующем обязательно почитайте африканский фольклор и литературу — результат, как говорится, не заставит себя ждать. Единственное, что несколько смущает, так это колониальная оптика Николая Альбертовича, которая широко представлена в описаниях африканских народов, предваряющих сами мифы. Все-таки не очень понятно, чем африканские племена, сочиняющие мифы, отличаются от тех же древних греков или римлян, занятых ровно тем же.
Также я ознакомился с автобиографией Пола Боулза «Без остановки», из которой не без удивления узнал, что Боулз, сочиняя свою блистательную малую прозу, вдохновлялся все теми же африканскими легендами и мифами. Правда, перевод у книги очень плохой. Sorry.
Ну а книгой года для меня стала биография Юрия Мамлеева «Отец шатунов», написанная моим товарищем и коллегой Эдуардом Лукояновым. Кажется, «Отец шатунов» даже не столько про Мамлеева, сколько про саму реальность, которая постоянно трансформируется во что-то иное и незнакомое. Что-то вроде дьявольского кубика Рубика с тысячами граней, собирая который рискуешь превратиться в один из его разноцветных квадратиков. Чтобы такого не произошло, реальность нужно постоянно проверять на прочность, ставить под сомнение и пытаться увидеть ее под другим углом, то есть сопротивляться ей всеми возможными способами. Если бы зловещие метафизические карлики позволили мне выбрать книгу, которую я смог бы взять с собой в Черный Вигвам, я не задумался бы ни на секунду. Но вряд ли они окажутся настолько великодушны.
Happy New Year! Не спи — кругом змеи.