Every week we'll publish a short book review. We believe literature can provide a necessary perspective for today's world. New releases or old ones, fiction or nonfiction—in this section, you'll find books we want to share with you because we consider them important.
"Even a forester doesn't know what happens in the forest at night. And the brain isn't just a forest. It's a mysterious jungle. And it's not necessarily ours."
"'Dark Times'… are not identical to the monstrosities of our age, which are marked by a terrifying novelty. Dark Times, on the contrary, are not only not new, they are by no means rare in history…"
“I’m at the door, I open it, it’s pitch dark, there’s no one there, maybe I’m imagining things, maybe it’s just the hot blood rushing in my ears, or mines from the battle, or maybe I’m dead…”
start rewinding: the house takes out the flame and grows back like a candle, a person is assembled from a shell and broken brick, a plane swallows missiles, we get up from the floor to have breakfast without rolling or screaming
This world, growing wild before our eyes, was guarded by our meekness and our anger. On the scales at home, we weighed what remained and what we had failed to achieve.
Asya Volodina, "Protagonist" - Moscow: AST, 2022. It's hard to say whether Asya Volodina's book is more of a university novel or an ancient Greek tragedy. The setting (the action takes place at the Academy, a prototype…) suggests the former.
"Home for me isn't a country, a state, or a city—it's the plain, the hills, the land, the forests. To understand this, just get out of the car and look into the distance, at the river's curve."
Maria Stepanova "Focus" Moscow: Novoye Izdatelstvo, 2024 Maria Stepanova's new book can be classified as both fiction, since it contains artistic invention and a plot, and autofiction, since the heroine is quite recognizable as...
"I need to wash, air out the room, change my sheets, although all of this is pointless: it won't help at all. This is what will help: to leave, to disappear, to leave not a trace, not a shadow."
Anton Sekisov, "Vaginov's Room" Moscow: Alpina non-fiction; Bookmate, 2023 If thrillers can be funny, then this is a deafeningly funny thriller that seems to embody all the jokes about madness and…
"But how incredibly lucky I was! If I had reached the pass five minutes later, the passage between the glaciers would have already been blocked by cloud, and I wouldn't have even known it existed."
"At first, the arrest of the schoolchildren seemed like a big deal. Then the bridge thing... And then—nothing. Beetroot prices have gone up, have you heard?"
"The era of the unavenged was beginning. The flow of time raged like speech searching for meaning, and my mother could easily have been lost in this flow, falling victim to a dark god whose existence many suspected."
“She felt sorry for the pencil and the book, she knew that they could be bored on one table and happy on another, she knew that she needed to help them in their dark, oppressed life.”
“Intellectuals who take sides with full responsibility, who go beyond their principles to the forefront (and not just sign petitions), are much rarer than intellectuals who publicly praise false ideals…
"Everyone already understood everything, but Tinatin absolutely had to say it out loud. She frowned and didn't even ask, but simply stated: 'So, we're all already dead.'"
"On June 6, 1828, a carriage arrived at the gates of the Sonnenstein Mental Hospital in Pirna, Germany. It had been specially brought to the clinic's entrance…"
“Can you imagine, I’ll say, one of my friends from Bosnia calls me today and asks… I pick up words in a foreign language, knit them and twist the loops in such a way that not a ray of light can get through…
"When she was born, she was brought to the sixth-floor apartment and placed in a crib. A few years later, a fold-out sofa was installed in the crib's place, and Svetlana began sleeping on it. When the sofa became completely unusable, its place was taken by...
"How strange it is to feel the dusty deposits of centuries right under my skin! Where are you from? I was born in Atlantis. I was born in Byzantium. I was born in the USSR... Exotic words—echoes of the already silent..."
"One day you'll wake up confused // about who you are and how you got here // the main thing here is not to get completely confused // not to spread like liquid gel across the surface"
"I never played with dolls. I never wanted dolls. I didn't like toys at all. I preferred to play with the shadows of cars on the wall or the beam of light from the window."