Sunday, November 10, 2013

vladimir sorokin


The time has come for me to write a literary essay and answer a question asked by my rarified
russian readership ( all 2 of them ) what are all these grotesque russian things i put in my blog ,
what sort of delirium they represent and where they come from! The truth is that
I never think that anybody actually reads any of it and so i never even bother saying anything
about them., specifying the author...etc.
Most of those essays have the distinctive characteristic of the absolute immunability of its ideas and its idioms, descriptions of incapability of dealing with contemporary life or of making visible and palpable the simplest aspects of creatures and things, they are basically absurd..and yet quite brilliant in their own way!
No, they are not written by Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky or Checkov .., Turgenev, Gogol or Solshenitsyn, not even by Bulgakov or Nekrasov...And here is a well kept russian secret: most Russians have never read War and Piece and use that brick to kill flies and other parasites and I suspect that in rural areas they may use this masterpiece instead of toilet paper due to lack of alternative sources.
The great heroines of russian literature, all these Natashas, Sonyas, Annas and Katushas
put the russian reader to sleep due to complete absense of sex and glamour in their lifes,
and I shall not even bother with all the "kitchen moralism" and religious dogmas that dominate every single book written in the old country by those immortal masters!
So , in my opinion, the only prosaist worthy of attention is...Vladimir Sorokin!
I know some of you will understand..and that is he, who is the author of some passages in my blo