Московский гамбит: Роман

by Юрий Мамлеев

Сверхзадача метафизика - раскрытие внутренних бездн, которые таятся в душе человека.

Самое афористичное определение прозы Мамлеева - Литература конца света.

Жизнь довольно кошмарна: она коротка - Настоящая литература обладает эффектом катарсиса, ее исход таинственное очищение, даже если жизнь описана в ней как грязь. Книги на русском языке #ReadRussia

Genres: Fiction, Russia

290 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 1983

About the author

See main profile here: Yuriy Mamleev.

Reviews

[Vit Babenco]

Moscow Gambit… Stagnation of the seventies… Esoteric underground… Poets, writers, artists, mystics… Partying and drunken talks…

Again, some explosive voices were heard, someone was arguing, someone was pouring vodka, someone was kissing.
“They don’t believe me, they never believe me,” was heard somewhere to the side, but it all merged with other voices. “Why mock yourself so meanly… And I envy myself… No, no, let’s run away from here, I want to go to the pub, the children are crying there... Either we will all be saved, or it’s the end: we will all perish. Because there are no longer any righteous people or saints on earth, it has become dark – either we will all perish, or we will all be saved… Yes, no, no, I love you... Wow, this booze is great…”

Somewhere there is a mysterious man possessing secret knowledge… And he must show the way… The protagonist and his friends were promised to be introduced to him… The underground atmosphere was gravid…

The spiritual underground grew incredibly, private libraries with rare books appeared from somewhere, books, translations, reprints began to circulate from hand to hand… So no reading rooms in public libraries of Moscow could accommodate those who were searching: everyone crawled away to apartments, circles, dachas…
Interests were mainly humanitarian: art, literature, religion, metaphysics, occultism, and so on.

Idealists… Daydreamers… Weirdos… Oddballs… Intellectual freaks… They dream about the absolute but exist in squalour…

“Art will triumph. Our monuments must stand opposite each other in the squares of the future Moscow.”
“To hell with the monuments. Where will we ourselves be then, in what worlds, in what cycles – that’s what matters most. I’m afraid we won’t have time for these monuments…”
“Naturally… Yes, that’s it. It will be hard to contemplate your own monument from hell.”

In this world there isn’t a single person who doesn’t have some, however foolish, faith.

[Смазочный Режим]

Нелучшее начало знакомства с Мамлеевым, которое по итогу как ушат грязи вываливается на чтеца не оставляя никаких моментов за то, чтобы зацепиться глазом. Имена, шатания бесцельные, поверхностные размышления о высших материях, закольцованные истории и крайне безалаберное компонование текста