Mikhail Elizarov’s new novel “Earth” is the first large-scale understanding of the “Russian thanatos.”
“As such, there is no funeral slang. There is vulgar prosector jargon. There, an arriving motorcyclist is mockingly called a ‘cosmonaut,’ one who fell from a height— ‘a paratrooper,’ ‘an acrobat,’ or ‘an Icarus’; a drowned man— ‘a diver,’ ‘an ichthyander,’ ‘a mumу,’ a car crash victim— ‘ke-gleys.’ Perhaps in some cemetery a makeshift sign on the grave will be called a ‘spade,’ a wreath—a ‘bush,’ and the gravedigger—a ‘mole.’ This novel is the story of the Mole.” (Mikhail Elizarov)