We went out for a smoke for 17 years
14.99 €
In stock
Mikhail Elizarov is a prose writer, musician, author of the novels "Earth" (National Bestseller Award), "The Librarian" (Russian Booker Prize), "Pasternak" and "Cartoons", collections "Nails" (short-listed for the Andrei Bely Prize), "Cubes".
"Elizarov is himself both a direction and criteria of evaluation, a god, a tsar, and a hero. He is emphatically paradoxical and aggressively provocative. His lyrical hero is cocky, handsome, cultured, but at the same time helpless and defenseless, like a child. From brutality to tenderness he has one step, which he does constantly, so he is constantly "leading and squirming", in the words of N.S. Leskov. Each story in the collection is good in its own way. They are about love, about betrayal, about loneliness, about traveling and about the hopeless experience of fighting with the world, which will defeat you anyway." (Paul Basinski) "My species has been virtually unchanged for the past seventeen years. Ever since that September, when I was revealed to my belligerent "kin," the special forces of the looking glass, I've worn only black. To commemorate the meeting. The last thing I'd want to look like a mock samurai from The Magnificent Seven, a peasant with a stolen lineage and armor from someone else's shoulder. He had the heart to die with dignity, though. I'm not sure of my heart yet..."
"Elizarov is himself both a direction and criteria of evaluation, a god, a tsar, and a hero. He is emphatically paradoxical and aggressively provocative. His lyrical hero is cocky, handsome, cultured, but at the same time helpless and defenseless, like a child. From brutality to tenderness he has one step, which he does constantly, so he is constantly "leading and squirming", in the words of N.S. Leskov. Each story in the collection is good in its own way. They are about love, about betrayal, about loneliness, about traveling and about the hopeless experience of fighting with the world, which will defeat you anyway." (Paul Basinski) "My species has been virtually unchanged for the past seventeen years. Ever since that September, when I was revealed to my belligerent "kin," the special forces of the looking glass, I've worn only black. To commemorate the meeting. The last thing I'd want to look like a mock samurai from The Magnificent Seven, a peasant with a stolen lineage and armor from someone else's shoulder. He had the heart to die with dignity, though. I'm not sure of my heart yet..."
See also:
- All books by the publisher
- All books by the author
- All books in the series Mikhail Elizarov's Reading Room