Book of the Dead

A collection of Limonov's recollections of the bright figures he met along the way. Among them are those close to him and those he barely knew, celebrities - Joseph Brodsky, Andy Warhol, Tatyana Yakovleva, Allen Ginsberg - and people who are not so well-known. Casting a cold and detached gaze over their fates, Limonov judges them - as well as himself - with all severity: "My demands on art are very high, my cynicism in life is sharp as a dangerous razor." We must speak badly of the dead, otherwise, without condemning them, we will not understand the living. There are always more dead than living. Being dead is a much more natural state. Therefore - what kind of ceremony can there be here, there is no need to pity the dead. What they were - they were. They had time, everything that was possible. If they did not finish something ... well, let's throw up our hands. In literature, as in all arts, the brightest survives. Surprising, amazing. He gets all the money. The covers of the series are decorated with iconic portraits of Eduard Limonov, made during the years of writing each book in the series. A break, even with a monster, is always like a rehearsal for death. Because everything you have collected: a collection of hugs, evenings, nights, incidents, silence - all this is suddenly endangered. All this is mercilessly killed, smiles are walked on, and part of life dies. And you are left with less life.