A funny and indefatigable curiosity, an unusually keen eye, tenacious attention, an indomitable imagination and a desire to change places – having such an excellent travel set of a traveler, Lyudmila Petrushevskaya moves freely through countries and cities, through times and genres, while managing not only to enter writer’s observations, but also to make sketches from nature (these drawings will then migrate to the pages of the book in the same order). France, Turkey, London, Germany, India…
A funny and indefatigable curiosity, an unusually keen eye, tenacious attention, an indomitable imagination and a desire to change places – having such an excellent travel set of a traveler, Lyudmila Petrushevskaya moves freely through countries and cities, through times and genres, while managing not only to enter writer’s observations, but also to make sketches from nature (these drawings will then migrate to the pages of the book in the same order). France, Turkey, London, Germany, India… Of course, her stories about trips are not limited to regional studies and notes about life and customs: along the way, the author reflects on many subjects of life and art, about theater, about dramaturgy, about musicals and painting. Suddenly, the route makes a dashing turn (Petrushevskaya is always unpredictable!), and the reader finds himself in his native country, in the space of a feuilleton (“Life is a theater”), with its irony and bitterness, culminating in a utopian fantasy – a journey to Russia in a hundred years. But this is not the final. The last journey is a mystical, fantasy story with a multi-level structure. “Another genre of literature is the road we didn’t take,” ends the book, as if leaving the reader at a crossroads, in a space of endless possibilities.
Amphora, 352 p.
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