A new novel by a mysterious writer hiding under the pseudonym Max Fry. Strange philosophy, subtle humor, stories poised on the edge of illusion and reality—listeners will plunge into a complex and unpredictable fantasy world.
(From the author) … What do we know about this book?
That right now, when writing books is pointless—because in any matters of humanity the meaning is clearly no longer present—I’m sitting here and writing the perfect (from my point of view) book, a novel in three parts.
About what interests and delights me. For example, about Vilnius and Lainė, about Grās-Kan and the endless steppes of Ulimkhayā, about Tёnsi, for that matter. About myself and my friends—how great we spend time together when we meet, or when we dream, or when we invent each other again, because we’ve forgotten but can’t stop remembering. And about how, together, even when apart—when between us aren’t just thousands of kilometers, but rivers of time flowing in different directions, unchosen events and unreachable worlds. And about how good we turned out to be for our inexpressible Author. How cool it is to be us in any circumstances.
A novel in three parts. This is the first part.