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A review by eccoman
Теллурия by Vladimir Sorokin
2.0
Looking at Sorokin and that devilish goatee of his leads one to think of a medieval jeester, a true imp.
What sort of perverse and surreal fantasies could be produced from a fecund mind such as this?
Well, the fantasies are mostly perverse, thats true, lots of shots at easy targets, elder men abusing younger boys is such an overused trope to signal the decadence and corruption of the elite, but the fantasies are not fun. We are in the future, a dystopian society, something straight out of Houellebecqs nightmares. The story is composed of different fragments, a lot of snapshots of this society but we never get the whole picture, and it consists of one dull scene after another laden with historical digressions trying to explain how this society turned out as it did interspersed with scenes of shock and gore, stuff that seem mildly shocking to anyone who has ever browsed the interwebs in their teens. Sorokin also seems politically inept and clueless, for all the talk of him being anti-putin their worldview matches more than it differs, the ghost of Anatoly Fomenko haunts every middleaged russian it seems.
It is a really dumb and blunt book, something about some miracle drug called Telluria and spikes, to be honest i couldn´t make heads or tails out of that silly gimmick, mostly because it is so stupid.
This dystopian society is basically what you average boomer uncle would come up with if asked.
Very poorly written, like you would think almost intentionally at times (?) because the reputation of Sorokin being an incredible stylist and proficient imitator/mocker of other styles you would never get that from reading this.
What sort of perverse and surreal fantasies could be produced from a fecund mind such as this?
Well, the fantasies are mostly perverse, thats true, lots of shots at easy targets, elder men abusing younger boys is such an overused trope to signal the decadence and corruption of the elite, but the fantasies are not fun. We are in the future, a dystopian society, something straight out of Houellebecqs nightmares. The story is composed of different fragments, a lot of snapshots of this society but we never get the whole picture, and it consists of one dull scene after another laden with historical digressions trying to explain how this society turned out as it did interspersed with scenes of shock and gore, stuff that seem mildly shocking to anyone who has ever browsed the interwebs in their teens. Sorokin also seems politically inept and clueless, for all the talk of him being anti-putin their worldview matches more than it differs, the ghost of Anatoly Fomenko haunts every middleaged russian it seems.
It is a really dumb and blunt book, something about some miracle drug called Telluria and spikes, to be honest i couldn´t make heads or tails out of that silly gimmick, mostly because it is so stupid.
This dystopian society is basically what you average boomer uncle would come up with if asked.
Very poorly written, like you would think almost intentionally at times (?) because the reputation of Sorokin being an incredible stylist and proficient imitator/mocker of other styles you would never get that from reading this.