Best of all, Zakhar Prilepin describes children, beautiful girls and puppies. In the nature of his delight in front of them, there is also something puppyish — good-natured and gentle. The light of this tenderness breaks through his prose, sometimes regardless of the plot.
Best of all, Zakhar Prilepin describes children, beautiful girls and puppies. In the nature of his delight in front of them, there is also something puppyish — good-natured and gentle. The light of this tenderness breaks through his prose, sometimes regardless of the plot. In principle, his new novel is about the throwing of a young writer. Having been on an excursion in a special prison where murderers and rapists are imprisoned, the hero tries to understand the nature of human cruelty. And it can’t. But he sees in his own daughter a “flower pot with a large-lobed flower”, and in his impetuous son a flying solar bicycle. For the sake of such unexpected angles and warm emoticons that the author sends us over the heads of the characters, it is worth reading the book.
AST, ASTREL, 288 p.