My flash fiction “Warrior Monk” is published in Orbis 162.
I have contributed a short story Waking Up to a collection Daughters Across Borders. The book is published by Indigo Dreams in June 2014. There are eight of us – women who have written about their relationships with their Fathers. You can find more details and photos here. Buy our book from Indigo Dreams website.
I attended “Creative Writing” course taught by Anna Turner.
Currently, I write short stories, plan a non-fiction book about the last years of the Soviet Union, and honestly – honestly! – have no plan or intention of writing a novel.
You can find samples of my writing by clicking the Category “Prose” on the right side menu bar.
My first books were tiny mini children books – as my Mom says, the proof is in the teeth marks on them. I remember my brother and I play “Bookshop”. We would put a throw over a table of our secretaire, secure it with heavy objects such as granite pen holders. Under the table one of us would play a Bookshop owner and the other one would order and receive books through a narrow slot created by the table on top and the opened lower door of the secretaire below. We rated books and out the mark on them. One of the highest-rated were the one with three-dimensional, even better -with movable illustrations.
Over the course of the years I have been obsessed with Alexandre Dumas’ Musketeer trilogy, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle‘s Sherlock Holmes stories, Stephen King’s horror and fantasy novels (I suspect I first got interested in studying Politics while reading The Dead Zone. J.R.R. Tolkien‘s Middle Earth was, is and always will be a very real part of my life. Honestly, I will never know the passport names of some of the dwarves and dark elves from Tomsk’s legendary role playing game club.
My Desert Island book is Master and Margaret by Mikhail Bulgakov. My favourite contemporary Russian author is Viktor Pelevin. His books are my trusted companions in everyday, creative and spiritual life. The books that surprised me with their sheer power are Magus by John Fowles and The Museum of Innocence by Orhan Pamuk.
Free Writing 13 December 2010
Free wiring. Writing free. Free as a wind in front of which no one built a wall the height of the whole earth’s atmosphere or stuck it into the aerodynamic tunnel and forced to swirl around in order to test some new car that no one would be able to buy, but some people would be able to rent in order to able to race around race tracks on Saturdays. And Sundays. And after work. All the time when they are not in work, in fact. Anything to avoid seeing their wives and children. If only they knew that their wives and children would do anything in order to avoid seeing them. And their children and their mothers respectively. The problem is women and children have fewer opportunities to earn free time in this world. Unless wives prostitute themselves to their husbands’ business associates, and their children become the stars of the new Harry Potter-like franchise.
Otherwise, the weak of the this world are locked into their kitchens, their lounges, their schools, their schools yards, their backyards, their community college rooms, their knitting and reading groups. Forever cold, forever dark, forever having to be with people they don’t like but lean towards in order to borrow some warmth. In order to remember how to speak. In order to stop themselves crashing their heads in their television sets. While their respective Fathers and husbands gain one lap after another on a racetrack in the moonlight, their car that no one can afford forcing the wind around it in unthinkable trajectories.
- Bulgakov’s “Pontius Pilate” (bycommonconsent.com)
- Demonic Muse: New York Times review of THE SACRED BOOK OF THE WEREWOLF by Victor Pelevin (yrakha.wordpress.com)
- The Museum of Innocence (bacaklasik.wordpress.com)