Pathologies. Prilepin Zakhar

the outskirts of the formidable. Caucasian war. A detachment of young, evil fighters of the special forces came to the war.

The Holy Spas - a quiet town, lost among Russian hills and plains. A six -year -old boy who is gently and vulnerable living in his childhood. A grown young man, frantically loving, jealous to blood.

But the boundaries between the former and the present are blurred between the world and the war. The protagonist Yegor Tashevsky - a man of anxious and attentive psyche - tries to enter the war into his idea of ​​normal, and in his thoughts, a broken childhood and sensual youth lives.

“Pathology” - a whole world where there is pain , blood and death, but there is love, and prophetic dreams, and hope for the future.

“pathologies”-a novel that discovered Russia of Prilepin-Prose. A novel about a man in war and the war in the human mind.

“In“ Pathologies ”, a tradition is felt not“ trench prose ”, but literature of the 20s with its expression-torn, painful, looking for their own language for incredible, unprecedented and wild; The influence of V. Ivanov, Gazdanov and Babel is guessed: this war is also partly civil, with all the horrors of such wars.

“pathologies” are surprisingly cinematic-in the original, again from the 20s, the coming understanding of literature as high chronicle, obliged to capture those details that cannot be preserved in any other way. ” The Diary of a special forces ”turns out to be dramatic, in a minute calculated by a catastroph novel.

Whatever in Russia, Kalashnikov’s automatic is still obtained. It turned out - a good military novel. ”

Lev Danilkin,“ Poster ”

“ pathologies ”is a novel of education and hope. And humility - with what has already happened.

If the child is ill, it must be treated, and not lament, that they did not vaccinate in time. If there is a war, then it has to fight, although it would be better to think in advance. In general, it would be nice for children, people did not die, there was no war and the sun always shone. But it does not happen. And every war gives Russia its writers. ”

Natalia Kurchatova