Vladímir Sorokin

Russia, 2027. La monarchia e stata restaurata. Una rivoluzione neozarista ha costruito un nuovo Stato repressivo. La fustigazione e tornata, e il Cremlino e stato ridipinto del suo colore bianco originale. Il sublime auto-isolamento nazionale e stato riscoperto: un Grande Muro si estende dallEuropa attraverso il Caucaso fino ai confini della Cina a proteggere la Russia. Protagonista del romanzo e Andrej Komjaga che lavora come opri?nik, membro della polizia segreta e braccio dello zar, sul modello dei peggiori eccessi di Ivan il Terribile. Quasi privo di personalita per la sua esasperata lealta verso la Russia, lo zar e gli altri opri?niki, e una delle guardie piu temute del paese. Komjaga accompagna il lettore nella follia di una sua tipica giornata di lavoro, fatta di esecuzioni brutali e riti orgiastici, incontra la prima ballerina, una chiaroveggente e la zarina. Egli stupra e saccheggia, ma si commuove fino alle lacrime ascoltando le canzoni della sua terra.

A darkly comic dystopian odyssey, from one of Russia''s leading contemporary novelistsGarin, a country doctor, is desperately trying to reach the village of Dolgoye, where a mysterious epidemic is transforming the villagers into zombies. He has with him a vaccine which will prevent the spread of this epidemic, but a terrible blizzard turns his journey into the stuff of nightmare. A trip that should take hours turns into a metaphysical odyssey, in which he encounters strange beasts, apparitions, hallucinations and dangerous fellow men. Trapped in this existential storm, Sorokin''s characters fight their way through a landscape that owes as much to Chekhov''s 19th-century Russia as it does to near-future, post-apocalyptic literature. Fantastical, comic and richly drawn, The Blizzard at once answers to the canon of Russian writers and makes a fierce statement about life in contemporary Russia.

Haunting, terrifying and hilarious, The Day of the Oprichnik is a dazzling novel and a fierce critique of life in the New RussiaMoscow 2028: Andrei Danilovich Komiaga, oprichnik, member of the czar''s inner circle of trusted courtiers, rouses himself from a drunken stupor and prepares for another day of debauchery, violence, terror and beauty. In this New Russia, futuristic technology combine with the draconian world of Ivan the Terrible to create a dystopia chillingly akin to reality. Over the twenty-four-hour span of the novel, Komiaga will rape, pillage and torture, in the name of the czar he fears and adores. Shimmering with invention, fierce social commentary and razor-sharp wit, Day of the Oprichnik imagines a near future too disturbing to contemplate and too close to reality to ignore.

Andrei Danilovich Komiaga is fast asleep A scream, a moan, and a death rattle slowly pull him out of his drunken stupor_but wait, that´s just his ring tone And so begins another day in the life of an oprichnik, one of the czar´s most trusted courtiers_and one of the country´s most feared men...

A New York Review Books Original In 1908, deep in Siberia, it fell to earth. THEIR ICE. A young man on a scientific expedition found it. It spoke to his heart, and his heart named him Bro. Bro felt the Ice. Bro knew its purpose. To bring together the 23,000 blond, blue-eyed Brothers and Sisters of the Light who were scattered on earth. To wake their sleeping hearts. To return to the Light. To destroy this world. And secretly, throughout the twentieth century and up to our own day, the Children of the Light have pursued their beloved goal. Pulp fiction, science fiction, New Ageism, pornography, video-game mayhem, old-time Communist propaganda, and rampant commercial hype all collide, splinter, and splatter in Vladimir Sorokins virtuosic Ice Trilogy, a crazed joyride through modern times with the promise of a truly spectacular crash at the end. And the reader, as eager for the redemptive fix of a good story as the Children are for the Primordial Light, has no choice except to go along, caught up in a brilliant illusion from which only illusion escapes intact.

Russland im Jahr 2027: Das Land hat sich vom Westen abgeschottet, lebt allein vom Gas- und Olexport, pflegt Handelskontakte nur noch mit China und wird vom "Gossudar", einem absoluten Alleinherrscher regiert. Dieser ubt seine Macht mit Hilfe der Opritschniki, seiner allmachtigen Leibgarde aus, die vor keiner Bestialitat zuruckschreckt. Diese Opritschniki sind in roten Limousinen unterwegs, mit Hundekopfen an den Stostangen und Besen am Kofferraum - Symbole dafur, dass jeglicher Widerstand ausgemerzt und von der russischen Erde gefegt wird. Zu dieser brutalen und korrupten Elite gehort auch Andrej, dessen Arbeitstag aus Auspeitschung von Intellektuellen und dekadenten Orgien besteht.

In the warring, neo-feudal society of this cross-genre novel for fans of Cormac McCarthy and William Gibson, the greatest treasure is a dose of telluriuma magical drug administered by a spike through the brain.Telluria is set in the future, when a devastating holy war between Europe and Islam has succeeded in returning the world to the torpor and disorganization of the Middle Ages. Europe, China, and Russia have all broken up. The people of the world now live in an array of little nations that are like puzzle pieces, each cultivating its own ideology or identity, a neo-feudal world of fads and feuds, in which no one power dominates. What does, however, travel everywhere is the appetite for the special substance tellurium. A spike of tellurium, driven into the brain by an expert hand, offers a transforming experience of bliss; incorrectly administered, it means death.The fifty chapters of Telluria map out this brave new world from fifty different angles, as Vladimir Sorokin, always a virtuoso of the word, introduces us to, among many other figures, partisans and princes, peasants and party leaders, a new Knights Templar, a harem of phalluses, and a dog-headed poet and philosopher who feasts on carrion from the battlefield. The book is an immense and sumptuous tapestry of the word, carnivalesque and cruel, and Max Lawton, Sorokins gifted translator, has captured it in an English that carries the charge of Cormac McCarthy and William Gibson.

Extended comic turns like The Queue and relentless, mind-bending, genre-shredding extravaganzas like Ice Trilogy have established Vladimir Sorokin as a master of the contemporary novel. It is to Sorokins short fiction, however, that readers must turn to encounter the wildest and most unsettling of his inventions and provocations. Sorokin is a virtuoso of parody and pastiche, as well as a poet of the black sites where the human soul stands exposed to its own incontinent desires, and Red Pyramid spans the whole of his career, from his emergence in the Soviet Union as a member of Moscows artistic underground to his late preeminence as an observer and interpreter of the Putin era, with its squalid parade of gruesome folly and unhinged violence. Included here are queasy tour-de-forces, like the early Obelisk, a story as scatological as it is conceptual; the notorious A Month in Dachau, which earned Sorokin his sobriquet as the Russian Sade; and profoundly unsettling texts like Tiny Tim, where tenderness is inseparable from horror. Sorokins stories have appeared in The New Yorker, n+1, Harpers Magazine, and The Baffler. This is the first time they have been collected in English.

The Russian masters most infamous novel, a dystopian fever dream about cloning, alternative histories, and world domination.Blue Lard is an act of desecration. Blue Lard is whats left after the towering masterpieces of Russian literature have been blown to smithereens, the most graphic, shocking, controversial, and celebrated book to be published in Russia since the end of Communism. Denounced as an abomination on publication in 1999a crowd of angry Putin supporters gathered in front of Moscows Bolshoi Theater to toss shredded copies of Sorokins books into an enormous papier-mache toiletthis ferocious takedown of Russian greatness has since found its way into the canon of Russian literature itself. The book begins in a futuristic laboratory where genetic scientists speak in a dialect of Russian mixed with Chinese. There they work to clone famous Russian writers, who are then made to produce texts in the style of their forebears. The goal of this script-process is not the texts themselves but the blue lard that collects in the small of their backs as they write. This substance is to be used to power reactors on the moonthat is, until a sect of devout nationalists breaks in to steal the blue lard, planning to send it back in time to an alternate version of the Soviet Union, one that exists on the margins of a Europe conquered by a long-haired Hitler with the ability to shoot electricity from his hands. What will come of this blue lard? Who will finally make use of its mysterious powers? Max Lawtons translation of Blue Lard, the first into English, captures this key work in all its grotesque, havoc-making, horrifying, visceral intensity.

A darkly comic dystopian odyssey, from one of Russias leading contemporary novelistsGarin, a country doctor, is desperately trying to reach the village of Dolgoye, where a mysterious epidemic is transforming the villagers into zombies. He has with him a vaccine which will prevent the spread of this epidemic, but a terrible blizzard turns his journey into the stuff of nightmare. A trip that should take hours turns into a metaphysical odyssey, in which he encounters strange beasts, apparitions, hallucinations and dangerous fellow men. Trapped in this existential storm, Sorokins characters fight their way through a landscape that owes as much to Chekhovs 19th-century Russia as it does to near-future, post-apocalyptic literature. Fantastical, comic and richly drawn, The Blizzard at once answers to the canon of Russian writers and makes a fierce statement about life in contemporary Russia.

Haunting, terrifying and hilarious, The Day of the Oprichnik is a dazzling novel and a fierce critique of life in the New RussiaMoscow 2028: Andrei Danilovich Komiaga, oprichnik, member of the czars inner circle of trusted courtiers, rouses himself from a drunken stupor and prepares for another day of debauchery, violence, terror and beauty. In this New Russia, futuristic technology combine with the draconian world of Ivan the Terrible to create a dystopia chillingly akin to reality. Over the twenty-four-hour span of the novel, Komiaga will rape, pillage and torture, in the name of the czar he fears and adores. Shimmering with invention, fierce social commentary and razor-sharp wit, Day of the Oprichnik imagines a near future too disturbing to contemplate and too close to reality to ignore.

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Una metáfora salvaje y contundente de la sociedad rusa actual, ganadora del Premio Gregor von Rezzori, por el «Bolaño ruso», uno de los escritores más populares de la literatura rusa contemporánea «C

Durante las vacaciones navideñas de 2028, una multitud de niños y niñas acuden a la Plaza Roja a recoger un insólito regalo: un efímero Kremlin de azúcar, soluble en el té, símbolo del nuevo Estado ruso. A lo largo de quince capitulos, estos particulares dulces pasaran de mano en mano hasta alcanzar cada estrato de la sociedad neomedieval rusa: un mundo en el que los hologramas y los robots conviven con un orden feudal que divide a la poblacion entre señores y siervos, entre oprichniks y oprimidos. Con el virtuosismo y la imaginacion desbordante que le son propios, Sorokin urde en este libro un relato de relatos singularisimo, tan mordaz como clarividente, que se lee como una gran enciclopedia del alma rusa y los avatares de todo un pais.

Una espeluznante combinación de thriller apocalíptico y alegoría contemporánea que arremete contra el fanatismo y la atonía social «Tal vez Sorokin es el último a quien podemos llamar Gran Escritor R