No, it"s me - Oedchka

OET and prose writer Eduard Lukoyanov was the most talented radical in the young Russian literature of the 2010s. Now he wrote the first novel, not too similar to his early phantasmagoric prose. This is almost documentary, at least imitating the documentary text. The first part is a hospital diary, the second is walking in the Savelovskaya area. Dreams, food, books, acquaintances, neighbors in the ward. Lukoyanov postulates: "My reality is not of any interest", spitting on reader expectations arising due to a warlike name. In the way of transferring life to literature, his prose is really inheriting Limonov. But if the installation of Limonov is to turn himself into a hero or antihero and challenge the world, Lukoyanov chooses not to do this. His challenge is in contemptuous passivity, but from this the intonation of dendic hooliganism only wins