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1 October 2003
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RIA Novosti
September 30, 2003
RUSSIAN CULT NOVELIST MAKES LONG AWAITED RETURN
Viktor Pelevin, 41, the idol of Russia's reading youth and a writer who has
achieved some fame in the West has published his first book in five years,
TPD (nn), or Transition Period Dialectics: Out of Nowhere to Nowhere. It is
divided into two parts, Numbers (Chisla) and Life (Zhizn), with the former
being the centrepiece.
Numbers has had a bad press. After waiting for such a long time, the
critics had anticipated a masterpiece, but the story did not live up to
their expectations.
Pelevin became a cult author ten years ago, with the bitter satire, The
Life of Insects (translated into English by Andrew Bromfield), in which
humans turn into beetles, bugs, mosquitoes and other tiny creatures.
Written in young people's slang, the witty and, at times, sarcastic story
describes the morals of the eponymous insects as a model of human life. The
author did not win fame at once, as his books were merely passed from hand
to hand, and he kept an extraordinarily low profile. However, his next two
novels, Chapayev and Pustota, and Generation P (released in English as
Buddha's Little Finger and Babylon, both translated by Andrew Bromfield),
were sensations. As a biting satirist and moralist, Pelevin wrote both
books in the language of a computer that has fallen into the hands of a
Tibetan monk. The mix of exotic Oriental philosophy and digital thinking
with pervasive black humour created the Pelevin phenomenon. The former
Moscow Power Engineering Institute post-graduate's books became manuals for
Russia's young people to see the world in a different light. Pelevin's
macabre sarcasm reaches its peak in Numbers, which has become a best seller
despite its relatively high price of 200 rubles (30 rubles equal roughly
one dollar and the average hardback is sold for about 100 rubles). The tone
is set by the book's cover, which can now be seen all over the Moscow
metro, which features a collage of the two best-known canvases of Russian
art nouveau - Vrubel's grey and muscular Demon standing with his arms
around Serov's sitting Girl with Peaches. Moreover, the idyllic young lady
is holding cut-glass roses instead of peaches, and her eyes are hidden
behind dark glasses.
Although it makes good reading, Numbers is a bleak and biting grotesque of
today's Russian life. Stepa, the young protagonist and a member of the
country's nouveaux riches, owes his luck and business power to the number
34. It determines all his moves and decisions but, the greater hopes he
pins on it, the worse he gets entangled in a sinister plot of the number's
enemies, the diabolical servants of the number 43.
Binga the clairvoyant - based on the famous Bulgarian prophetess Vanga -
tells Stepa he will die at the fatal age of forty-three unless he defeats
his mystical lunar twin. It takes the hero half the novel to track him down
and, better late than never, identify the Enemy as a certain Skarandayev. A
minor banker like himself, the man has an immoral painting in his office
depicting a soldier defecating into the open hatch of a legendary Soviet
T-34 tank.
In an attempt to kill his twin, Stepa gets hold of a fountain pen pistol
and hides it inside a vibrator, before becoming Skandarayev's homosexual
lover. However, in one fatal moment, the pen suddenly activates and blows
Skandarayev to pieces. Stepa, though, never gets the chance to celebrate
his victory, as his heterosexual friend Mius - a reference to Chekhov's
heroine Misyus - robs him, and the penniless hero is forced to flee Russia.
The novel abruptly finishes at that point, as if the author has already had
enough of it.
This embittered caricature of new Russia offers no end of household figures
being parodied. Although the front page features Pelevin's ironic warning
that all the characters are fictional and any resemblance to real people is
purely coincidental, readers can recognise the chatterbox Chubaika as the
young reformer Anatoly Chubais, and the bombastic Zyuzya as Communist
leader Gennady Zyuganov. It would not take a genius to figure out that the
transvestite pop singer Boris Maroseyev, who wears a purple dress for a
brothel concert to match his black eye, is pop star Boris Moiseyev.
Pelevin is a magician of the language, somehow combining slang, expletives
and English borrowings. In essence, he ridicules the form, and not the
content of our times.
This work is the equivalent of Jermonius Bosch's medieval painting, The
Ship of Fools, whose crew and passengers embody avarice, lust and folly.
There are storm clouds on the horizon, though, and the rickety vessel is
destined to be sent to the depths of the ocean, and hell.
To believe Pelevin, the entire human race deserves damnation, and Russia
has the worst punishment coming to it.
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