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Известной журналистке — женщине с трагической судьбой, живущей на психотропах, — поручают взять интервью у страшного серийного маньяка, запертого в психушке. Маньяк сбегает, а журналистка, вовлечённая в поиски, оказывается на территории брошенных садоводств, где только два закона — заточка и ствол, где опасность поджидает за каждым перекрёстком. В историю вмешивается высокая политика и карательная психиатрия, становится непонятным, кто настоящий маньяк и где настоящий, один за другим гибнут друзья и враги. Мистика вползает в сюжет, как туман на берег реки. Героиня понимает, как хрупка она, НАША ЖЕСТЬ…

С творчеством выдающегося американского писателя Уильяма Стайрона наши читатели познакомились несколько лет назад, да и то опосредованно – на XIV Московском международном кинофестивале был показан фильм режиссера Алана Пакулы «Выбор Софи». До этого, правда, журнал «Иностранная литература» опубликовал главу из романа Стайрона, а уже после выхода на экраны фильма был издан и сам роман, мизерным тиражом и не в полном объеме. Слишком откровенные сексуальные сцены были изъяты, и, хотя сам автор и согласился на сокращения, это существенно обеднило роман. Читатели сегодня имеют возможность познакомиться с полным авторским текстом, без ханжеских изъятий, продиктованных, впрочем, не зловредностью издателей, а, скорее, инерцией редакторского мышления.Уильям Стайрон обратился к теме Освенцима, в страшных печах которого остался прах сотен тысяч людей. Софи Завистовская из Освенцима вышла, выжила, но какой ценой? Своими руками она отдала на заклание дочь, когда гестаповцы приказали ей сделать страшный выбор между своими детьми. Софи выжила, но страшная память о прошлом осталась с ней. Как жить после всего случившегося? Возможно ли быть счастливой? Для таких, как Софи, война не закончилась с приходом победы. Для Софи пережитый ужас и трагическая вина могут уйти в забвение только со смертью. И она добровольно уходит из жизни…

What happens to your life when everything you though you knew about your mother turns out to be an elaborate lie? During the long hot summer of 1976, Ruth Gilmartin discovers that her very English mother Sally is really Eva Delectorskaya, a Russian emigre and one-time spy. In 1939 Eva is a beautiful 28-year-old living in Paris. As war breaks out, she is recruited for the British Secret Service by Lucas Romer, a mysterious, patrician Englishman. Under his tutelage she learns to become the perfect spy, to mask her emotions and trust no one. Even those she loves most. Since then Eva has carefully rebuilt her life – but once a spy, always a spy. And now she must complete one final assignment. This time, though, Eva can't do it alone: she needs her daughter's help. Restless is a tour de force. Exploring the devastating consequences of duplicity and betrayal, William Boyd's gripping new novel captures the drama of the Second World War and paints a remarkable portrait of a female spy. Full of suspense, emotion and history, this is storytelling at its very finest.

Paul Theroux is a vocal proponent of rail travel over air travel, which he likens to traveling by submarine for all that goes unseen and not experienced by its adherents. The Great Railway Bazaar, his 1975 account of a four month railroad journey through Europe and Asia begins, "I sought trains, I found passengers." It is certainly the individuals that Theroux meets along the way, rather than the cities, buildings, or sites of touristic import, to which he devotes his most generous descriptions.Beginning in Victoria Station with Duffill, an older man with a tweed cap, ill-fitting clothes, and mysterious business in Istanbul (Duffill's name later becomes synonymous with being left behind at a railway station), Theroux's journeys brim with a huge cast of colorful characters. From ashram-bound hippies to devout Kali-worshiping Tamils to Vassily Prokofyevich, the drunken Russian dining car manager on the Trans-Siberian Express, Theroux richly details his varied encounters, paying particular attention to the bizarre along the bazaar.In Calcutta, "a city of mutilated people (where) only the truly monstrous looked odd," the author encounters "the hopping man," who with only one muscular leg, hops himself through the urban detritus; on the Saigon to Bien Hoa train, a Vietnamese woman thrusts an American baby upon him, expecting Theroux to keep and raise the child; and in Japan, where the cleanliness, efficiency, and quiet of the passenger trains provide striking contrast to what the author had up until that point become accustomed to, he finds the cultural undercurrent of sadistic pornography disturbingly unquestioned.Paul Theroux had already established himself as a novelist at the time of his four month journey; The Great Railway Bazaar, today a travel writing classic, was preceded by ten books, six of which were novels. In fact, his four month long excursion seems to have been funded or at least justified, by the lecture engagements the author had arranged all along his route.The first of many in this genre from Theroux, including Dark Star Safari (2002) and Ghost Train to the Eastern Star (2008), The Great Railway Bazaar is at once a timeless narrative of humans and travel and a distinctly historical slice of global affairs as viewed by one decidedly motion-bound writer.The journey however is a long one and while masterfully wrought, it is often the incidental passage of time in a railway compartment that is thus rendered, and by the end of it even Theroux has tired of his travels. Snippets of brilliance exist throughout, but they are intermittent as you might expect, as when viewed from a passing train.

"Remember me when I'm gone"just took on a whole new meaning.The City is inhabited by the recently departed, who reside there only as long as they remain in the memories of the living. Among the current residents of this afterlife are Luka Sims, who prints the only newspaper in the City, with news from the other side; Coleman Kinzler, a vagrant who speaks the cautionary words of God; and Marion and Phillip Byrd, who find themselves falling in love again after decades of marriage.On Earth, Laura Byrd is trapped by extreme weather in an Antarctic research station. She's alone and unable to contact the outside world: her radio is down and the power is failing. She's running out of supplies as quickly as she's running out of time.Kevin Brockmeier interweaves these two stories in a spellbinding tale of human connections across boundaries of all kinds. The Brief History of the Dead is the work of a remarkably gifted writer.

У романі «Крапля крові», відзначеному премією ім. М. Островського, йдеться про благородну працю радянських хірургів.

One day while cycling along the Magill road in Adelaide Paul Rayment is knocked down by a car, resulting in the amputation of his leg. Humiliated, he retreats to his flat and a succession of day-care nurses. After a series of carers who are either "unsuitable" or just temporary, he happens upon Marijana, with whom he has a European childhood in common: his in France, hers in Croatia. Marijana nurses him tactfully and efficiently, ministering to his new set of needs. His feelings for her soon become deeper and more complex. He attempts to fund her son Drago's passage through college, a move which meets the refusal of her husband, causing a family rift. Drago moves in with Paul, but not before an entirely different complication steps in, in the form of celebrated Australian novelist Elizabeth Costello, who threatens to take over the direction of Paul's life in ways he's not entirely comfortable with.Slow Man has to get the award for "hardest novel of the year to unwrap", in that it's actually more like three novels layered variously on top of each other, and all in a mere 263 pages! It is also, without doubt, the most challenging novel of the year. Coetzee having won the thing two times already and being a Nobel laureate, it never stood a chance getting to the Booker shortlist, but that doesn't stop it being possibly the best novel of the year by miles.The start is relatively easy to get to grips with: Paul is knocked from his bike, has his limb removed, and becomes one of those who must submit to being cared for. Just like David Lurie from his Booker-prize-winning Disgrace, Paul stubbornly refuses the aid which could make his life superficially normal, (an artificial limb,) and surrenders himself stubbornly to his incapacity. So begins a novel that seems to be concerning itself with an analysis of the spirit of care and the psychological effect any severe injury (or, symbolically, any obvious difference to others) has on a person when their life is "truncated" so. And it is a superb beginning, too. The first 100 pages are astounding, presented in Coetzee's trademark analytical prose that manages to be both spare and yet busting with riches.It's complicated a little by the fact that Rayment is clearly a kind of semi alter-ego for Coetzee, who himself is reputed to be very keen on cycling the streets of Adelaide. Coetzee and his protagonist share a similar history, too: divorced Rayment grew up in France and now lives in a quiet lonely flat in Adelaide, where he feels out of place. He has never, he thinks, felt the sense of having a real "home" that many do. South-African born Coetzee's early fiction focused much on the White "place" in South Africa; he escaped to London in his youth, he has since lived out extended Professorships in the USA, and is now based in Adelaide. Coetzee, too, feels this sense of unbelonging that is rife in Paul. Slow Man is almost claustrophobic in its sense of lives ending and purposes coming to a close: living in Australia and with South Africa mostly stable, Coetzee is having to look elsewhere for his fiction. And he seems to be turning the focus largely onto himself. His 2003 novel was a series of vignettes concerning Coetzee's alter-ego, the famed but fictional elderly Australian novelist Elizabeth Costello.When the woman in question knocks on Paul's door, then, it becomes clear Coetzee has far more on his mind than a mere novel about growing old and out of place and cared for. There are potential problems with what Coetzee's doing here: by self-consciously bringing Costello (himself) in, it can seem as if he doesn't really know what to do with this fiction he's making, doesn't know where to go with it, so brings her in to play some nice metafictional tricks, to talk about writing and character and their relationship to the author ("you came to me", Costello says to Paul.) instead of getting on with the real business at hand. She pushes Paul to become "more of a main character", as if she's uncertain about him but can't entirely control him herself. (Though in the end we realise that everyone can be a main character, however dull they may seem. Because they are not.) It might also seem a little heavy-handed, an obvious and self-consciously clever trick. It might seem like these things, but for Coetzee's absolute skill at weaving his narrative together seamlessly. Costello never does seem out of place, not really. There's an air of mystery to her and her presence, some things that are never quite clear in the reader's head, but Coetzee handles her appearance so smoothly it's almost dreamlike. He stitches her into the book almost flawlessly. Not only that, but she becomes an entire character herself, rich with her own frailties and concerns. He's got himself a brilliant set-up, then: like an illusion you can only fully glimpse the parts of separately, he's managed to give himself a narrative where he give us a novel about Paul, himself, and the act of creating fictions, without any one getting in the way of another, and without the doing so seeming obvious or contrived. It's a rather remarkable achievement.Not that all this intelligent manipulation comes without problems. The fact that we have two versions (Paul and Elizabeth) of Coetzee almost set-up against one another allows him to explore lots of interesting philosophical problems, but he's doing so much here that these questions often just end up going in circles and knocking off one another. The attrition between the two characters says something vaguely itchy about Coetzee's own feelings about his acts of artistic creation, though the way the two finally seem to make peace with one another in the end is pleasingly conclusive in a novel where the other remaining aspects are resolved rather ambiguously.Slow Man, his first book since winning the Nobel in 2003, is a novel that consists of a full internal novel and at least one full external one. Childless Paul's legacy remains uncertain (where will his meddling with Marijana's family get him? will he find an heir in Drago, if only symbolically?) but Coetzee's is not: with his beautifully stark prose he has left us unnerving and important pictures of South Africa and what it means to be an outsider, and is now – perhaps uncertainly; it may be this tremulous uncertainty of purpose that is the only slight stain on Slow Man – moving on to new terrain. His body of work is one of the most impressive of any current writer in English. Anyone who wants to know just how much of a transcendent experience fiction can be needs to read his work.

There’s something wrong with Estrella Del Mar, the lazy, sun-drenched retirement haven on Spain’s Costa Del Sol. Lately this sleepy hamlet, home to hordes of well-heeled, well-fattened British and French expatriates, has come alive with activity and culture; the previously passive, isolated residents have begun staging boat races, tennis competitions, revivals of Harold Pinter plays, and lavish parties. At night the once vacant streets are now teeming with activity, bars and cafes packed with revelers, the sidewalks crowded with people en route from one event to the next.Outward appearances suggest the wholesale adoption of a new ethos of high-spirited, well-controlled collective exuberance. But there’s the matter of the fire: The house and household of an aged, wealthy industrialist has gone up in flames, claiming five lives, while virtually the entire town stood and watched. There’s the matter of the petty crime, the burglaries, muggings, and auto thefts which have begun to nibble away at the edges of Estrella Del Mar’s security despite the guardhouses and surveillance cameras. There’s the matter of the new, flourishing trade in drugs and pornography. And there’s the matter of Frank Prentice, who sits in Marbella jail awaiting trial for arson and five counts of murder, and who, despite being clearly innocent, has happily confessed.It is up to Charles Prentice, Frank’s brother, to peel away the onionlike layers of denial and deceit which hide the rather ugly truth about this seaside idyll, its residents, and the horrific crime which brought him here. But as is usually the case in a J.G. Ballard book, the truth comes with a price tag attached, and likely without any easing of discomfort for his principal characters.Cocaine Nights marks a partial return on Ballard’s part to the provocative, highly-successful mid-career methodology employed in novels such as Crash and High Rise: after establishing himself as a science fiction guru in the 1960s, Ballard stylistically shifted gears towards an unnerving, futuristic variant on social realism in the 1970s. Both Crash and High Rise were what-if novels, posing questions as to what the likely results would be if our collective fascination with such things as speed, violence, status, power, and sex were carried just a little bit further: How insane, how brutal could our world become if we really cut loose?Cocaine Nights asks a question better suited to the ’90s, the age of gated communities and infrared home security systems: Does absolute security guarantee isolation and cultural death? Conversely, is a measure of crime an essential ingredient in a vibrant, living, properly functioning social system? Is it true, as a character asserts, that “Crime and creativity go together, always have done,” and that “total security is a disease of deprivation”? Suffice to say that the answers presented in Nights will be anathema to moral absolutists; the world of Ballard’s fiction, like life in the hyperkinetic, relativistic 1990s, abounds with uncomfortable grey areas.On the surface, Cocaine Nights is a whodunit and a race against time, but as it proceeds – and as preconceived conceptions of good and evil begin to dissolve – it evolves into a thoughtful, faintly frightening look at under-examined aspects of 1990s western society. As is his wont, Ballard confronts his readers with some faintly outlandish hypotheses unlikely to be embraced by many, but which nonetheless serve to provoke both thought and a bit of paranoia; it’s a method that Ballard has developed and refined on his own, and as usual, it propels his novel along marvellously.Cocaine Nights doesn’t have either the broad sweep or brute impact of the landmark Crash, but it retains enough social relevance and low-key creepiness to more than satisfy Ballardphiles. As is often the case in Ballard’s alternate reality, it’s a given that his most appealing, human characters turn out to be the most twisted, and that even the most normal of events turn out to be governed by a perverse, malformed logic; that this logic turns out to be grounded in sound sociological and psychological principles is its most horrific feature.David B. Livingstone

Dec?a Jorge Luis Borges que el significado de una novela como El Quijote no pod?a ser el mismo en el siglo XVII que en el XX. Pues bien, ?ste es el reto que ha afrontado el laureado escritor franc?s Michel Tournier al retomar la historia de Robins?n Crusoe y reescribirla desde una sensibilidad contempor?nea.Toda la fe, la inocencia, el positivismo y el arrogante etnocentrismo del h?roe de Daniel Defoe, se convierten en la obra de Michel Tournier en duda sistem?tica, en conciencia de las invisibles relaciones entre Robins?n y la naturaleza que le limita y le otorga su identidad, y de los complejos, sutiles, conflictivos lazos que le unen a su alter ego, Viernes, un personaje que ha dejado de ser el sumiso esclavo del h?roe, para convertirse en el imposible interlocutor de un poeta.Viernes o Los limbos del Pac?fico constituye un texto sugerente, en el que las peripecias de su solitario protagonista dan pie a la reflexi?n conjunta de autor y lector sobre el sentido de la condici?n humana y de la civilizaci?n. La novela se cierra con un final consecuente y paradigm?tico: Viernes viajar? en el velero que le conducir? a la sociedad occidental, Robins?n, que descubre justo entonces la atrocidad que se esconde en los valores jer?rquicos de la cultura a la que pertenece, rehusa subir a bordo y asume su condici?n de n?ufrago, en la inesperada compa??a de un grumete que huye, como antes el salvaje Viernes, de la cruel compa??a de sus compa?eros de raza y de cultura.

Эмигрант-плейбой, который любит Россию, должен любить и русских красавиц. Ценой эмиграции может быть не только отказ от русских женщин, не только инспирированный жестоким совковым бытием «любовный треугольник». Это — попытка избежать в череде невероятных приключений «ужасов советского режима». Это — интриги и убийства, секс и любовь и, главное, иронический финал, который не оставит равнодушным никого из читателей!

Гиперреалистический рассказ. Опубликован в декабре 2003 года в журнале "Знамя"

Когда расстрелянная девушка выбирается из братской могилы; когда в собственной семье ты обнаруживаешь историю оголенной страсти и преступления; когда осуществляется великая мечта артиста перед аудиторией из одного зрителя; когда расследование убийства в зимнем туманном городе открывает каббалистические глубины спора Света и Тьмы; когда любой заморский пейзаж, как раковина — драгоценную жемчужину, хранит историю любви или ненависти, комедию или драму… тогда становится ясным, что всякая судьба достойна рассказа, если к ней обращены острый глаз и чуткий слух писателя.

Au Japon, en 1884, Yuko Akita, ?g? de dix-sept ans, annonce la voie dans laquelle il a choisi de s'engager: il sera po?te, contre l'avis de son p?re, un pr?tre shinto?ste qui estime que la po?sie n'est pas un m?tier mais tout juste un passe-temps. Un po?te de la cour Meiji a n?anmoins vent des travaux de Yuko, lit ses po?mes, les trouve d'une limpidit? admirable mais lui conseille de trouver de nouvelles couleurs et pour se faire de rejoindre un homme qui poss?de les plus grandes connaissances artistiques, Sos?ki. Yuko part ? la recherche des couleurs de la neige, ?l?ment qui le fascine et ? partir duquel il compose tous ses ha?kus. En traversant les montagnes, il fait une d?couverte. Il tombe ?perdument amoureux du corps d'une jeune fille europ?enne, ? la beaut? diaphane, prisonni?re des glaces depuis longtemps. Sa rencontre avec Sos?ki, ancien samoura?, vieux peintre aujourd'hui aveugle, va le guider dans sa qu?te. Mais le savoir supr?me, Yuko ne le trouvera qu'aupr?s d'une femme, car seul l'amour peut faire na?tre l'absolu de l'art.Au fil des dialogues entre le ma?tre et l'?l?ve, la fragilit? des choses, les images lumineuses du temps qui passe, la concision du langage ancrent ce r?cit initiatique dans la tradition et l'esth?tique des ha?kus dont il tire toute sa substance.

John Collier's edgy, sardonic tales are works of rare wit, curious insight, and scary implication. They stand out as one of the pinnacles in the critically neglected but perennially popular tradition of weird writing that includes E.T.A. Hoffmann and Charles Dickens as well as more recent masters like Jorge Luis Borges and Roald Dahl. With a cast of characters that ranges from man-eating flora to disgruntled devils and suburban salarymen (not that it's always easy to tell one from another), Collier's dazzling stories explore the implacable logic of lunacy, revealing a surreal landscape whose unstable surface is depth-charged with surprise. Some of the stories in this book have been printed in The New Yorker, Harper's Bazaar, The Atlantic Monthly, Esquire, and Harper's Magazine; some of them have previously been gathered into a volume called Presenting Moonshine (published by the Viking Press, New York, 1941), and a volume called The Devil and All (published by the Nonesuch Press, London, 1934). Witch's Money was published as a separate volume, for private distribution, in December 1940. The Touch of Nutmeg, copyright, 1943, by The Readers Club. "Gavin O'Leary," copyright, 1945, by H. Allen Smith

El episodio de los reyes Magos s?lo mereci? unas l?neas por parte de uno de los cuatro Evangelios, pero ha impresionado vivamente la imaginaci?n d ela humanidad desde hace dos mil a?os. ?sta es una de las pocas novelas que existen sobre este assunto legendario. Uno de los reyes se supone que llega de la India, del reino de Mangalore.