В Сырах Эдуарда Лимонова
Posted: June 7, 2012 Filed under: Books, Documentary, Fiction, Non-fiction | Tags: Books, Limonov, Russian Leave a commentДочитал в самолете последний художественный (не псевдонаучный) труд состарившегося, но не сдающего позиции неунывающего революционера (жуть-жуть-жуть) и плодовитого писателя и поэта Эдуарда Савенко. В хорошей традиции всего того, что у Эдуарда Вениаминыча читать нужно обязательно (а список сей литературы известен и охватывает большинство его трудов до конца СССР и тюремные мытарства после), книжка эта, как и следовало полагать, о нем самом – ну а то! Ну и о женщинах его, конечное (тут нельзя не вспомнить Укрощение тигра в Париже, да-да-да).
Не могу сказать, что жизнь лидера гонимой партии, еще до абаев кунанбаевых вступившей в неравную борьбу с буржуинами и их приспешниками и предводителями, стала интересней для прочтения – я бы сказал, наоборот. Книга эта – обязательная программа для любителей Лимонова-писателя (как я) – но для незнатоков жанра, она далеко не первом десятке его трудов к употреблению. Резюмируя – писатель есть, язык прежний, злой, но как-то подскисло всё немного, а вот поэт – поэт расцвел!
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Я подумал, что мне нужна девка. И что я возьму первую попавшуюся. Когда меня спрашивали, где моя жена, я со смехом говорил, что сбежала в Индию и что я теперь «соломенный вдовец». Подожду месяц, говорил я, и буду считать брак недействительным. Так ведь было принято на Руси в старину. Если супруг либо супружница отсутствовали без уважительной причины (война, болезнь и т.д.) более месяца, брак считался расторгнутым.
Я даже прибавил ей три дня сверху. 16 февраля, ровно через 33 дня, приехала из Питера девочка Наташа, 1990 года рождения, ей было ещё семнадцать лет, и я выспался с Наташкой и стал с нею совокупляться то в Москве, то в Петербурге.
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Заговариваю ей зубы, что-то о литературе: «То Генрих Манн, то Томас Манн, / а сам рукой тебе в карман / Папаша, папа, ой-ой-ой / Не по-отцовски вы смелы / Но тот к кому вы так милы / Видавший виды воробей / Спустилась шторка на окне / Корабль несётся по волне»,― приходят мне на ум строки Кузмина, в момент, когда вдруг инстинктивно глажу её колени в брюках. И вдруг вспоминаю, что прошло пол столетия, и девка из художественного училища приехала ко мне из Петербурга, сознательно ожидая, что я привезу её, раздену и употреблю по назначению. Это девочек 1960 года нужно было уговаривать, медленно подводить к моменту. За полстолетия нравы облегчились, какие нафиг поглаживания, папаша, папа, ой-ёй-ёй!
My Life as a Russian Novel by Emmanuel Carrère
Posted: June 3, 2012 Filed under: Books, Documentary, Non-fiction | Tags: Books, Emmanuel Carrère, English, Limonov 1 Comment
In anticipation of the upcoming translation (I hope) of Carrère's recently published and acclaimed Limonov book, I have picked up his Un Roman Russe to try. Unexpectedly, it was a real page turner, a memoir (unless he lies) depicting a few years of his life – last page finished near 2:30am in the morning, my poor kindle afraid of the bubbling bathtub.
Covers three subjects, predominantly.
Firstly, his vertiginous relationship with his partner Sophie, a true Santa Barbara styled saga of sorts with such unexpected twists and ambushes that one can't but suspects a pinch of fiction spicing up real events. I googled Le Monde story – you would too. Also, the beginning of the book especially, I couldn't but compare it to Limonov's Taming the Tiger in Paris, the book I adore. That Sophie theme, I felt, as key to the book.
The Big Short: Inside the Doomsday Machine by Michael Lewis
Posted: February 13, 2012 Filed under: Books, Documentary, Non-fiction | Tags: Books, English, Michael Lewis 4 CommentsThe Big Short turned out to be quite a wholesome book – it seems, the more I read Lewis, the more I like him – so I guess I have to read more.
To tell you frankly, for a person not too involved with and not too interested in FI markets, I never really took time to analyze what hit the big WS firms back in 2008 – I guess I am still a bit puzzled how the smart guys outsmarted themselves and kept this rotten pile of crap on their balance sheets – I don’t buy into this loan warehousing idea – and blunt bets for the trading units would be, umm, stupid – I know, boys will be boys etc, but still, why not push the crap away to, as Lewis calls him, the sucker, a mystery to me. S&P, AIG and the rest – easy to understand – but MS, ML and the rest of the folks – uh, why?
As in his golden 80s when Lewis spat venom about Salomon Bros, his recent stuff is all about “ibankers, the wrongdoers of the world” – oh, well. #occupymyasshuh
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When a Wall Street firm helped him to get into a trade that seemed perfect in every way, he asked the salesman, “I appreciate this, but I just want to know one thing: How are you going to fuck me?”
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Senior management’s job is to pay people,” he’d say. “If they fuck a hundred guys out of a hundred grand each, that’s ten million more for them. They have four categories: happy, satisfied, dissatisfied, disgusted. If they hit happy, they’ve screwed up: They never want you happy. On the other hand, they don’t want you so disgusted you quit. The sweet spot is somewhere between dissatisfied and disgusted.”
Boomerang: Travels in the new third world by Michael Lewis
Posted: January 29, 2012 Filed under: Books, Documentary, Non-fiction | Tags: Books, English, Michael Lewis 1 CommentMike Lewis’s last book isn’t one at all. In fact, it is a collection of five standalone articles published between 2009 and 2011 in the Vanity Fair magazine, disguised as a book and given a new introductory chapter.
Five stories of people that Lewis wants to show as stupid and/or crooked – Icelandic fisherman i-bankers, corrupt Greek public servicemen, Irish real estate developers and politicians who got far too excited to think clearly, anal rule-abiding German-based bond investors, and greedy Californian firefighters – all in one bowl.
A funny read at times – though I guess I should know better than take all Lewis claims for granted – fact of life, the guy loves to exaggerate. The best bits are Iceland and the Greeks, but I will probably steal today’s quote from the German section, huh.
“The Hamburg red-light district had caught Dundes’s eye because the locals made such a big deal of mud wrestling. Naked women fought in a ring of filth while the spectators wore plastic caps, a sort of head condom, to avoid being splattered. “Thus,” wrote Dundes, “the audience can remain clean while enjoying dirt!” Germans longed to be near the shit, but not in it. This, as it turns out, is an excellent description of their role in the current financial crisis.”
PS: BTW that thing, that particular Frankfurt WC, has already been mentioned to me more than once in one quite interesting Russian corporate banking urban legend – did you guess which one? 😉
“The interesting thing, said the German financier, who visited often, is the glass room at the top, from which one looks down over Frankfurt. It is a men’s toilet. Commerzbank executives had taken him there to show him how, in full view of the world below, he could shit on Deutsche Bank.”
Запретное искусство Виктории Ломаско и Антона Николаева
Posted: October 10, 2011 Filed under: Comic, Documentary | Tags: Art, Books, Russian Leave a commentПревосходная книга, живо свидетельствующая о том, что у нас в головах, что у нас приходах – ну и, как следствие, что у нас в судах. Комикс, нарисованный во время суда над Юрием Самодуровым и Андреем Ерофеевым, решившимися в наше богоизбранной и богобоязненной стране, в городе ни много ни мало Третьем Риме, провести выставку современного искусства – и получившие за это по башке и от попов всевозможных, и от Родины вдогонку.
Книга даже не про попов – этих у нас хватает – книга про суд. В этом вопросе напоминает мегаизвестный комикс Guy Delisle про Северную Корею. Хорошо хоть не расстреляли голубчиков.
Но по теме попов, нетерпимых к и жаждущих крови неверующих художников и галеристов – добавлю тут немного от “великого русского поэта”, вот уж неожиданный гость тут.
Идет Балда, покрякивает,
А поп, завидя Балду, вскакивает,
За попадью прячется,
Со страху корячится.
Балда его тут отыскал,
Отдал оброк, платы требовать стал.
Бедный поп
Подставил лоб:
С первого щелка
Прыгнул поп до потолка;
Со второго щелка
Лишился поп языка;
А с третьего щелка
Вышибло ум у старика.
Ну и пара memorable картинок – да простят меня авторы – но в гугле этих картинок куда больше.
Zombies! An Illustrated History of the Undead by Jovanka Vuckovic
Posted: October 4, 2011 Filed under: Documentary | Tags: Books, English, Zombie Leave a commentThis is a must buy for hardcore George A. Romero, giallo/horror, Robert Kirkman and more recent zombie apocalypse flicks fans. And up to date – 2011 – as usually such books are several years behind.
Starting from a meticulous description of the origins of voodoo stemming from Haiti colonization and slaves’ pagan religions, it quickly evolves into a long and qualitative description of a vast array of zombie movies, books, games, etc, all classified and reviewed. Even Rob Zombie is not forgotten. Just as we I like.
Result: just 50% down the road with the book and already I got an impressive list of movies I missed that I should have not missed – a lot of ketchup blood to be spilt on my screen.
The Russian Journal by John Steinbeck
Posted: September 13, 2011 Filed under: Documentary | Tags: Books, English, Robert Capa, Steinbeck Leave a commentJohn Steinbeck’s the Russian Journal turned out to be absolute fun to read – both style and content. The guy is witty, and witty and smart-alec is what we like.
And, man, looks like certain things will never change around here
His problem was this: his chauffeur drove him very well, but when he was not driving him, he was driving anyone else who was willing to pay a hundred roubles for a short trip. His chauffeur was getting very rich, and the car was taking a beating. There was nothing to do about it, for if he complained his chauffeur was likely to sulk a little bit, and when his chauffeur sulked, something went wrong with his car, and when something went wrong with his car, it was laid up in a garage for two or three weeks. It was better to keep his chauffeur happy if he wanted to be driven in his own car at all. He had tried getting other chauffeurs, but always the same thing happened.
Also, I guess under current circumstances, post a small war that took place exactly 60 years after this book was written, the praise of Georgia as the best place in the FSU looks a bit sad – but it is what it is.
“The people of Georgia seemed to us more relaxed than any we had seen so far, relaxed, and fierce, and full of joy. And perhaps this is why the Russians admire them so. Perhaps this is the way they would like to be.”
“It is a magical place, Georgia, and it becomes dream-like the moment you have left it. And the people are magic people. It is true that they have one of the richest and most beautiful countries in the world, and they live up to it. And we understood thoroughly now why Russians had always said to us, “Until you have seen Georgia, you have seen nothing.””
Given I read this on Stanza and not in paper, I am now after my Capa’s Phaidon portfolio book to check out on the Russian pics. And – I know what I’m gonna try to read next now – Esperando a Robert Capa by Susana Fortes, Capa’s recent fictionalized biography.











