Spin. Wilson R.Ch.

One evening, three young people went to the lawn of the official house to enjoy the stars. And they saw how there were no stars.

years passed. The stars never returned to the sky, one of the young men learned to be a doctor, the girl went to religion, and the second young man became a god.

“Spin” is a novel about the dying of humanity into space, about the imperfection of Demiurge, About the search for a rescue circle in the raging ocean of a global catastrophe. But first of all, this is a novel about love.

This is a text created by the narrator in drug delirium. This is an insidious, deceptively transparent, but cramped web of words. This is a solid science fiction where the world born by the author does not raise the slightest questions. This is a legend about how people live a year after year, looking into the eyes of inevitable death daily. This is a novel-poem and a kakophony novel, where the Big-band Duke Ellington rummies the “Harlem air duct”, Miles Davis piercing “seven steps to heaven”, and Astrud Zhilbert sings with a hoarse “The face that I love.”