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The material is prepared by request "If" for the series of pseudo-reviews based by magazine on books of nonexistent publishing house "New Kosmogonija".
Our Gestalt in a fog shines
"neformatnaja" the fantasy from "New Kosmogonii" becomes something like a social marker. I recollect dialogue of five years' prescription: "Pelevin read?" - "you know, somehow it to me not so..." - "Yes you that, same the most fashionable writer now!". Here and with authors - "kosmogonistami" a similar opportunity now. Round the project it is already so much noise, that books to buy it would not be desirable. And nevertheless, it is necessary. Nonsense the publishing house is published enough, but even by nonsense at them - unexpected. A new sight, the fresh breath, any clones. And at some luck the reader has real chance to attack real opening.
With "the White square" Andrey Alekseeva to readers has definitely carried. Though this novel is not so much opening, how much e-e … closing.
I warn at once: pisano this work of art a hand of the person convinced of the unconditional literary endowments. The book in itself sign, but from the category "nervnyh prosjat not to read". It is published in author's edition, and it is vain. Here, for example, tsitatka:
Or such, let us assume, a sample of speech of the character:
By the way, I selected citations not itself, and have downloaded from the Network - the first there swung itself Alexeys, the second illustrated the positive (!) review of "the White square" in one computer magazine. Similar, neither the author, nor the reviewer at all do not suspect, that these slices of the text, to put it mildly, not as it should be.
However, if the Network continues the struggle against Russian literary in comparison with masterpieces of tomorrow "the White square" will seem the sample of high prose. And in general, we not about direct quality of the text speak today, but about quality hidden, undercover, granting the right to confirm: the book taki the correct. Necessary. Especially for youth :).
If all to decipher and translate into Russian "the White square" budnichno begins: the critic by nickname SHusha ("it is such small small animal who is not getting in any way in a hole") goes to the Kremlin Palace of Congresses on presentation. Corporation "Мацусита" has got legendary "the Black square" Malevich, and now this business with a pomp marks. Well, and SHusha podsuetilsja, has extracted the invitation - the critic all the same - in hope to eat on a freebie of expensive Japanese stimulators. "Square", to put it mildly, even as to the critic is not interesting to it.
To "eat" is I was figuratively expressed, novel action is carried forward years on three hundred, food methods have changed considerably. That has caused interesting innovations - a rectum, for example, at SHushi and its contemporaries, basically, for sex. They there everything, poor fellows, once a week arrange to themselves "system prorolling" that the gastroenteric path has not withered, and very much because of this incongruity suffer - it is necessary, the person, the tsar of the nature, and without intestines for some reason mryot. Good, in general, comes SHusha on action, eats-drinks (well, you have understood), and somehow casually it grinds in having fun crowd closely to the tight armour sarcophagus comprising an immortal masterpiece. On a picture, clear business, all deeply to spit, including Japanese - it is already bought, to the people is shown, more shortly, the has fulfilled.
SHusha, which yet slanting though already slightly flies up, for a moment looks at "Square" and notices in him any incongruity. Looks narrowly more attentively and silently is stunned. "Square" - not square! Unlike our critic, "Square" a plait, and on closer examination - SHusha cuts eyes on full capacity so he usually protects them that did not wear out - traces from a ruler on which a fake hastily painted become appreciable.
The unfortunate critic stares at a picture and understands, that its affairs are bad, even worse, than were since morning. And it is necessary to tell, SHusha it is not simple so has filtered on a party is its last chance gulnut humanly, after all in the morning to our hero the notice on the new status of access has come. SHusha the full bankrupt, on its bill pennies and as soon as he will choose the rest, the world for the poor creature will lose habitual degree of interactivity. Game in football for "Manchester", polysexual entertainments in Amsterdam brothels, evening walks near the Earth (well, on the Moon not under the moon walk), a small role in a liked serial - all it will disappear, it will be dissolved, and remain only four bare walls, a tiny window, a dirty bathroom in one corner, a feeding trough-drinking bowl in other, and the pressed through sofa with sex car - in the middle.
However, something brand new in life SHushi will appear - daily wearisome job by the operator of a repair combine in the faecal water drain. Not-et, not the remote operator. Our critic of a pipe will naturally repair, dissecting itself dung. Also know, to some extent it SHushu consoles. It, of course, luzer, but all the same not the idiot … That is it the classical idiot - instead of the fool as you have thought. Also has registered in nightmen not simply so (to it at first the ashman offered), and from the refined harm peculiar to art natures. You, can, have not guessed - in this world for ever do not disconnect. Now, to come into a network (and after all this in itself wildly - specially to be connected), SHushe the terminal like our computer is required. And the signal will be castrated. Tastes any to you, smells, osjazany, sensations of other person or the mechanism (SHusha adored to be lunohodikom). In general though in general to this network do not go. As the salary shushinu to a creditor bank the automatic machine will translate.
And here all network still will go in SHushu. To see his eyes, to smell his nose, to perceive its body. Naturally, it is not constant - to whom it is necessary, this small strashnenky idiotik. A society pomeshano on outstanding personalities and bright experiences. In the majority both that, and another is designed is artificial - among actors, for example, does not remain any real person - but it very few people excites, there would be a product qualitative. SHusha too on brothels not in the appearance walked (by the way, sometimes our hero was covered by deep doubt - whether there is actually a moon rover, whether a deceit of settlement of earth dwellers on Mars and so on) … But "live experiences" too are in demand. And if SHusha will give out rather powerful emotional splash - such that has read off scale indicators before an internal look of other users of a network - the people large quantity there and then will dive into its skin. And … will test mortal horror of the nightman choking in excrements. With all accompanying and following.
Modest such, but the stylish revenge to a society to live in which and to be free from which - a hundred times less it is impossible, than today.
To society won globalizma, where through interactivity of all and all - only derivative of police character of statehood.
To society where the general unification where anybody formally is not lonely is declared, and at the same time it is lonely how to us and did not dream - after all everyone since the early childhood gets used to thought, that it in any second can scan through. And natural protection in such conditions - some, as though to tell, internal omertvenie, whether that. The person, like tightly tied with all mankind, actually becomes the absolute, other-wordly egoist. Proclaimed and real the writer has very accurately noticed this discord.
Naturally, from such author as Alexeys, inclined to fixing on the trifles, "hanging" on particulars even in a damage chitabelnosti and across any composition, it is difficult to expect, that he will forget to bring solid base under this or that fantastic assumption. With corrosiveness of science officer Alekseev zanyrivaet in background also gives out the ten-page treatise about how on our planet such world was generated. Tiresomely, but it is convincing - if to forget about individual psychology and to operate with exclusively approaches of modern political technologies. Your obedient the servant, frankly speaking, gravitates to neo-romanticism, and in any ugly creature tries to make out at least rudiments of live human soul. According to Alekseevu and to it similar, cheloveki rigidly share on three categories - the stupid ruminant majority, intellectuals terribly far from it (less than percent), and a ruling clique of prudent swine (a repugnant hybrid of the intellectual with ruminant). Yes, and more a layer from spineless obslugi swine (which and SHusha concerned).simpatii the author, naturally, on the party of intellectuals, which in any geopolitical disgrace the unique innocently affected party. Even if the disgrace twists from their giving. For that clever intelelktual will invent, oligarchical to drag it takes obligatory on arms and will reduce to a condition that disgraces. Logically?
Logically in frameworks it is artificial the set approach, an art method. For anti-Utopia just right. But "the White square" at all anti-Utopia. It is faster a call for help. The manifesto of the technocrat staying in severe existential crisis. Malicious and caustic satire. The complaint to injustice of destiny. And the sharp pain stood on a paper from that comprehension, that a fantastic prediction can really come true. Preconditions here they, it is available.
On Alekseevu, the world falls in abyss of total indifference which general incompetence which, in turn, will finish indifference to full absurdity will follow. The huge corporations, correcting the world, outwardly taki strong, actually are in a condition of internal disintegration. Horizontal and vertical communications are torn, the left hand does not know, that creates right, and the main thing, not especially and wishes to know. Enchanting on zadumke global programs go by inertia, gradually degenerating in full contrast. All efforts are spent for maintenance of visibility of a life in a scattered colossus - though what there efforts, a track nakatana, wheels spin. This business necessarily, yes with an infernal roar but when will fail, the devil only knows, and collapse date all to a bulb also will fail. odnova we live.
Satire, satire. The slander to the Lord to the God for more to complain on there is already nobody. And it is familiar as! The cyberpunk, speak? The special genre, the science fiction?
Here completely a similar product from humanists - tolstovskaja "kys" which hero with persistence zapojnogo the alcoholic mechanically reads out texts, at all not understanding their sense. Whether it is a sign on full disintegration - disintegration of all? Simply at Tolstoy, excuse for a pun, is more thin. Alexeys such metaphors its text only "narodnee" does not own, but from it, is more intelligible in the horror for the author meticulously and in detail describes, to what marasmus will come tehnotsivilizatsija if it already today not to start to kick in a correct direction.
That is interesting - furiously castigating ugly psevdotehnoideologiju (that it was short and clear, I its two words will describe: "the World from Gates"), the author simultaneously tries to protect "the fair worker of a science" and any nuts-pieces of iron in itself. Is fastidious-contemptious intonation from which it describes adventures SHushi, and the world surrounding it in general, unexpectedly disappears, when speech comes about concrete scientific achievements. I speak - a hybrid of the complaint with the manifesto: "Eh, such power, yes in normal hands …".
But we have distracted. So, SHusha with soul in heels looks at "Square" and thinks how to get out. The only thing that comes to to it mind - immediately to contact news agencies and to sell it sensational news. Having earned thus inviolability (hardly it after that will risk to kill), and the certain sum, that will delay for some time inevitable falling on a social bottom.
And suddenly he understands what to make so - it is possible. It is authorised.
It to it the Japanese security guard who, naturally, has marked as he near "Square" with the drooped jaw costs, and has decided to take an interest, that at the guy on a shower is created - as though has virtually nodded. Give supposedly give. To all of us it is equal. Will change nothing. The picture has executed really marketing problem. And have forgotten partially about it already, in a network full rotation of news each three hours, there is nothing will fasten scanty your sensation.
And during this moment mister Schulman (it at SHushi the surname such) for a share of second turns from small walking misunderstanding to the classical Chekhovian small little man. An excellent course! SHusha with unexpected clearness and clearness realises, that it has absolutely nothing to do in the world where all on all to such degree to spit ("the offscreen comment" from the author: what for Japanese originally wished to buy "Square"; as therein two times perehoteli; as then long thought, what for they all the same have bought it - if Japanese have come to such marasmus … however, "Japanese" in the future concept conditional enough, it is faster an accessory to corporation, than to the nation … and the same Schulman, for example, itself names "moskovit", and eyes at it small and slightly slanting).
Well, and SHusha, in turn, spits on this not square "Square". It is Literally. Then turns also firm step leaves, so to say, in nightmen.
Only does not reach. It has made illegal action, and now it, want-not-want, and it is necessary to detain and pass in police hands. As becomes, and SHusha with perepugu stumbles, falls on a table from unbreakable glass, bangs it into smithereens (well the note loser, that from it you you will take) and all is covered with blood. The journalist becomes the witness of incident ofonarevshy from the Japanese hallucinogens. The flywheel of news is instantly untwisted - the Moscow critic as a sign of the protest has made the vandalism certificate, tried to destroy "the Black Square", is brutally beaten by protection …
It is literally in a day SHusha, a little crazy from an overabundance of emotions, but already accurately knowing as to conduct: it is well-known on all planet; at money; vigorously and colourfully tells about the inveterate hatred to a suprematism, kakovaja and was an incitement to carefully planned art action - to a spittle on a sarcophagus with "Square"; finds out from lawyers, whether it is necessary to go with Japanese on world, or it is better to finish business to court, painfully serious indemnification shines for "brutal beating".
Japanese too are happy, because "Square" has worked on the second circle, once again having reminded, what they rich, and again having raised actions (actually "Matsusita" has gone on the dodge, which else in the XX-th century has used "Mitsubisi", having bought van-gogovskie "Sunflowers" - has made very good mine at awful game and taki it was kept from crash).
In general, very well. Only SHushe in dreams - our descendants sleep a little, seldom, and watchfully, but all the same sleep - the dreadful image of "the White square" starts to be. Invisible object on a white field which SHushu very much frightens of the nerazgljadimostju. The poor creature with unpleasant rezju in newcomers, with igolochki, eyes Also wakes up. However, it quickly enough downloads a good psychotherapeutic software from a network, and "the White square" ceases to disturb him. The world still rots, collapses and slides in a precipice, all are happy. Well, there it and road. The author gives vent to a final dose of poison and with appreciable simplification gives a curtain.
Agree, powerfully. The novel at last gives unequivocally right answers on two navjazshih in a question teeth - "what to do"and"who is guilty". What answers? And it is possible hardly later, is closer to the end? Time already to the reviewer has now come to drip poison. Alexey's one interview admitted, that "the White square" initially had absolutely other ending. SHusha really left in nightmen, and there, near Moscow, found out an alternative life. In city communications something operated like Resistance to "an antinational mode", there the rallied command not consent modeled revolutionary technologies and prepared general revolution for the best. A hacker underground, scientific enthusiasm, cleanliness of thoughts, belief in the light future, etc. the Positive. That is interesting, in residence of the leader of insurgents "correct", square "Square" on which SHusha all the same, not having kept, spat … And so on hung. In general, the hope looked through. " But I have decided, that such ending will be tense ", - has told Alexeys.
And that! Even not not tense it will be, and simply unnatural. After all Andrey Alekseev before the publication in "Kosmogonii" - the first present paper publication - was known as one of leaders of group "independent writers", furiously and loudly opposing to authors "commercial", and the cyberpunk, "unique real NF today", to that sawdust with which publishing houses hammer in brains to the foolish mass reader. To true it is not close, from a hysterics not far. A bright sample of the mechanistic approach to cultural phenomena - the approach, characteristic for a mechanistic century. If the requirement in NF has decreased, means, the people grew stupid. And its publishers purposely still besot.
On the business alekseevsky "the White square" convincingly proves, that no conflict of literatures existed and is not present. Easier those for some reason on a paper print (some are surprised, why), and these are consoled in the Internet. Quite in a human nature for "these" to decide, that they it is-is better. And all.
And actually both at those, and at these the same picture of the world in heads. To ridiculous (or sad, to whom as) identical vision. Here it is unpleasant to all, and all are subconsciously ready to knock down in themselves this hostility, but only for money and for a short while. Because for money of happiness you will not buy. The comparative analysis of texts shows: claims to a society, the state - to a universe, at last! - both groups of authors show absolutely similar. Concern and fears at them coincide for hundred percent. Only some extremely needed to be socialised - well here, "New Kosmogonija" has helped. Also what now? And all the same skatyvanie in a precipice together with awful our world, only more comfortable.
Characteristic line of any protest genre - internal installation on self-destruction. All the same the protest an essence a projection outside a certain fear (notice, for cyberpunks I in the term "fear" do not put any insulting sense). But to swing fear as a flag, indefinitely it is impossible. Or you autoterapija will conceive action, and the fear will recede, or the occasion to fear will fail a-lja the USSR. Here and to a genre the end.
No, it is formal it still can flutter (we will recollect paradoxical though also explainable internal requirement of authors, splash in anti-Soviet literary trash in the beginning 90), to give metastasises in adjacent directions, to generate different "post-" or "giper-" currents. But live breath of a genre interrupts, that is - something has occurred. Whether has come to an end, changed, has begun? And here this the most interesting.
With occurrence in the book market "White square" it is possible to confirm safely - has worked the internal timer of Russian cyberpunk.
You ask: and it, what, in general was?! Well, we will tell so, Russian literature - the Big Literature, without discounts "on a fantasy" - has generated the doubtless forerunner of the cyberpunk. The cycle of stories Ili Warsaw "the Sun comes in Donomage" there were brilliant reflexion of horror conceiving beings before the monster of a technological civilisation woken by it. However, Warsaw with a monster has finished - a bomb has slammed. It built the text within the limits of the classical literary tradition gravitating not so much to the severe truth of a life, how much to dikkensovskim to "fair endings". Partly its choice could affect and the general disturbing intensity of the period of "cold war", but most likely, Warsaw simply would not come to mind to write on a similar theme an adventure story, history of an effective survival small urodtsa in a gastroenteric path of the Big Monster. In literary tradition - all Russian classical - is not provided by the same a sight corner under which such character is visible. And it too, probably, is fair because to look especially there is nothing. To your data, Dzhonni-mnemonik, real, instead of thought up - has died. There was there no history, there is nothing it has appeared to write. Not without reason in stories Warsaw any human deviations from norm were digested the Monster without a heartburn and an eructation. And quickly. It was a pity them which have deviated, and the horror was condensed, becoming all oshchutimee. After all "normal" digested with the same result, unless more slowly.
Alas, we cannot start in the Monster a bomb, because at it in guts. We in general a little that can, because we do much faster, rather than we realise. To think quickly we are able, to realise - alas. Izderzhka a technological way of development. A total primacy of the system approach over intuition. The American knows, that a nuclear bomb not the weapon while it you will not apply in a pointed manner on a congestion of live force of the opponent (it is possible on civil, and it is better two times). It is such slightly ordinary spejsopera. Russian knows how to make of a stopper from champagne ten spare parts to "Zaporozhtsu". It is pure water a heroic fantasy. And here the Arab knows, how in pair "Boeing" to kill some thousand Americans. He/she is the cyberpunk in operation.
Sadly, of course, but the more likely we will understand all depth of penetration of a fantasy in a reality, the remains to time for meditation more where to go further.
And "the White square" - the novel "butt", designating transition in new quality, with furious infantile hatred to sad adult understanding. In him is not present characteristic kiberpankovskogo a drive and bezbashennosti, its basic motive - corroding I smother bitterness on possible, but lost. The marvellous new world of high technologies will not be. The mean new world of high technologies - as much as necessary. The cyberpunk has shown such convincing teeth, that any sense to write it does not remain. There is no sense to be afraid of that has already eaten and now digests you. It is time to be afraid of that, than you will become after. It is time to walk during an adult life and to open new genres.
"Who is guilty?". Yes you also are guilty.
"What to do?". Something another.
I from myself on one voprosets would answer.
"Where we go?". Speak, where go, all the same you will come besides, only on the other hand.
Speak, the Earth round.
The explanatory from the reviewer:
Classical "the Black square" Kazimira Malevich of 1915 year of a writing (in general them a little) represents a black quadrangle on a white background. Any of the quadrangle parties is not parallel to any its other party, and any of the parties of a black square framework by which the picture is framed. That is a quadrangle at all the SQUARE.
Also Malevich's brush posesses a picture known as "White square" (the author's name "the White cross on a white background").
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