The Sacred Book of the Werewolf
by Victor Pelevin
Translated by Andrew Bromfield
Faber and Faber, 2008, pp.333
Described as "the Zen Buddhist Will Self of the former Evil Empire", Victor Pelevin is a star of contemporary Russian literature. The Sacred Book Of The Werewolf is an extraordinarily accomplished piece of contemporary writing that mashes up an assortment of genres: horror, humour, romance, fantasy, satire and post-modern self-reflexivity and sampling. The result is something that has to be classified as "high" literature, if only because of its entanglings in and borrowings from the work of Vladimir Nabokov and its deadly serious critique of contemporary Russian society under Putin.
Translated by Andrew Bromfield
Faber and Faber, 2008, pp.333
Described as "the Zen Buddhist Will Self of the former Evil Empire", Victor Pelevin is a star of contemporary Russian literature. The Sacred Book Of The Werewolf is an extraordinarily accomplished piece of contemporary writing that mashes up an assortment of genres: horror, humour, romance, fantasy, satire and post-modern self-reflexivity and sampling. The result is something that has to be classified as "high" literature, if only because of its entanglings in and borrowings from the work of Vladimir Nabokov and its deadly serious critique of contemporary Russian society under Putin.
Rossica 1
Hermitage Rooms in London
Art moves in mysterious ways. Works of art travel through the world, weaving it with invisible threads into one realm of culture. Seemingly random, their paths combine in strangely coherent patterns as if guided by some inner unseen Providence.
Art moves in mysterious ways. Works of art travel through the world, weaving it with invisible threads into one realm of culture. Seemingly random, their paths combine in strangely coherent patterns as if guided by some inner unseen Providence.
Rossica 1
Hermitage Rooms in London
Art moves in mysterious ways. Works of art travel through the world, weaving it with invisible threads into one realm of culture. Seemingly random, their paths combine in strangely coherent patterns as if guided by some inner unseen Providence.
Art moves in mysterious ways. Works of art travel through the world, weaving it with invisible threads into one realm of culture. Seemingly random, their paths combine in strangely coherent patterns as if guided by some inner unseen Providence.