The strangest biography

The story of my hellish trip to Mexico »Paul Wilson. But the Kontomigos, as we say in Mexico ... In general, this is the story of one not the most popular and rather notorious guy who did not contact the best company and got into a dubious adventure in order to raise his status in a local party and gain coolness of the same one where only eggs in the mountains and probably heifers and probably heifers.

No, I do not argue that the trip was quite wild, with a hit in all kinds of assholes, jambs and all sorts of various situations. Not without grass, mescal with worm and surfing with sharks. But even though the surf was an end in itself, the train itself was most remembered most of all. I will not say that it turned out directly hellish, it was simply not traveled along the Russian outback, but it came out quite extremely.

And of course, it was not without a crime through the law, but otherwise coolness is not acquired, is it true? In my opinion, a hippy was the most affected party in this story, well, a bus that Volswagen, like a skirt, was flooded, and flooded with dirt, and stuck repeatedly, and he broke, and he faded under the protection of the drug corted, and survived the collective farm repair, and he shot down the vampires and generally suffered with all his might for all his might for the whole dick and Grandmother.

The syllable is light, with humor and self -irony, emotional and alive. It reads easily, even captures and smiles in places. Deadly climb ”Anatoly Bukreev, Veston Dewolt. This feeling cannot be explained in words. To understand it, you yourself need to be in the early morning on a small platform among the huge mountains, crashing peaks into the blue of the sky. Struck by the grandeur of the mountains, you involuntarily feel like a tiny grain of sand in this crystally pure world ”in May of the distant year, when submissive to Everest, a tragedy happened - it died a little more than to the hell of the ascendants.

One of the guides was the author of this book Anatoly Bukreev. Actually, this book is written in order to understand the causes of tragic events. And in no way in search of the guilty and the scapegoat. And 70 percent of the memoirs of participants, descriptions of all events, thoughts on what, when and why it went one place. A little about the fact that the desire to earn on climbing is not the most wise solution and that the mountains do not forgive mistakes.

The remaining 30 percent of the book is the decoding of records, correspondence with participants, letters to different publishers and perplexed on why the author of another book “In the Sluttered Air” Krakauer about the same tragedy is a little inadequate pise ... Zdabol, and actually bringing argumentation why and where exactly he is mistaken. No, I would understand if there was still a cold war and the Americans would try to denigrate a representative of the red threat.

But firstly, there was no longer a red threat, nor Cold War, nor at least some kind of respect for the country. Secondly, Bukreyev is a representative of Kazakhstan, but not even to Russia. Well, in the third, Krakeuer and his editor, these are two Americans, and not all America and were perplexed about his statements, untruthfulness towards Buppraev and extremely aggressive moronism all professional climbers of the world and all participants in that unfortunate ascent ..

The book is quite heavy, harsh, emotional and, as not surprising, tragic. A book about overcoming oneself, analysis of flights, courage, dedication, human stupidity and greed. The book about the fact that the jokes are bad and the mountains are not forgiven with the mountains. And before the start of a showdown of attacks towards Bukreev, it was interesting, in places even exciting, albeit hard sometimes, but not to break away.

And then I barely read, all these scandals, intrigues, investigations. Another confirmation of the worthlessness of the people and the fact that there are those who will want to earn money ... if we talk about the main text, then 17 overcoming themselves from 10 "if a friend is suddenly." The collection contains the articles and essays for Wired, The New York Times Magazine, Rolling Stone and other less known publications, there are also his speeches with all -conveying performances and symposia, reviews and preface to various works of both literary and musical ones.

All -converse areas of human and not only life are affected - history, cinema, music, literature, photography, city and country, technology, past, present, future and future. Well, he tells a little about himself how he reached his life that he inspired and inspires what he scares and what he does not understand ... The book is interesting because we get acquainted with the author himself, his way of thinking, thoughts and cockroaches, dreams and fears.

Gibson appears before us not as the author and father of the “cyberpan”, but as an ordinary person with his corrals and bziks, his view of the world and its content. By the way, about the father of Cyberpan - he is not the first in this genre, he is simply the first who used in his works the word under the code name “cyberspace”, and in general it became a popularizer of this genre.

And although these articles, it would seem, are often not related to among themselves, unites them alone - new technologies are to blame for everything and often the technologies do not lead to what their inventors expected from them. This is not bad and not good. They just evolve themselves, regardless of the desires and goals of their creators. And everything is not as scary as it might seem at first glance or as it seemed to the anti -utopists of the past.

The book was written a year after the accident, and first published in the year, because the party forbade even to talk about this before the end of the official investigation. And in other way, nothing unusual ... The book is quite peculiar. It is clear that from a documentary book, a book of investigation, I should not expect some kind of literature or artistry, I actually did not expect.

To the dry story, in general, was ready. But here the author’s manner of skip from place to place, run forward, quote and interrupt quoting at a glance, returning back-annoyed a little. By the way, the author himself is a specialist in the field of nuclear energy and conducted a collection of information and investigation from the perspective of a person who is being versed in this scientific garbage.

He worked both at the Chernobyl nuclear power plant and on the construction of other nuclear power plants, after irradiation, he remained in nuclear energy, but worked more in all kinds of inspections. Before the nuclear disaster, he wrote several stories about the danger of “peaceful atom” and the need to enlighten the masses, which, however were not published, because the party’s policy did not coincide and our peaceful atom in the world did not coincide ...

His reasoning on the topic thought this or that person during the time, before and after the disaster, are quite interesting, but not significant. It is quite easy to blame someone or to reason how it should have done to minimize the consequences, but again, it is easy to be cleverly sitting in a chair for many km from the epicenter, and as if he behaved in an extreme environment, but again not this is not the point.

Plus, the elaboration of all angles - “nuclear energy is absolutely safe and simple” - led to the fact that nuclear workers were compared with the stokers, and the safety and radiation regime were not respected at the stations themselves ... “Meanwhile, the reactor was burned. Graphite burned, spewing into the sky millions of curi radioactivity. But this was not just a reactor, a long -standing abscess of our social life, an abscess of complacency and self -deception, bribery and protectionism, circular bail and localism, stinking the corpse of a leaving era, the era of lies and the purulent melting of true spiritual values ​​...

”9. Bukovsky, a rather ambiguous writer will be broken. One way or another, it causes emotions and does not leave indifferent. I relate to those who like it so it happened ... Well, this is not quite Bukovsky, in the sense that this is not an author's collection. There are a certain number of previously not published poems and letters to all sorts of different people. And otherwise these are excerpts, fragments “Post Office”, “Bread with ham”, “Women”, “Notes of the old goat”, “Hollywood” and so on, clippings from various interviews and poems from copyright collections on alcohol and alcoholism.

Damn, are you serious? And the matter here is not even in the absence of rhyme is most likely a jamb of translation and not in the absence of meaning. He’s just like a Chukchi from a joke - what I see, I sing about that. Well, in general, I always loved prose more poetry ... but otherwise. Well, as always dirty, went, hard, capaciously, black, severely, vital, gloomy, without beautiful and flirting, truthfully to anatomical and sickening to impossibility.

Therefore, I lay in bed and thumped. It seems like a biography, but it seems not quite. A certain biography of Eustas Convee IV, a description of his motives, dreams, desires, actions, motivations, thoughts, behavior and thoughts about himself. The impressions of reading are double. On the one hand, this is a grand dream to tear off the Americans from the dull mass media and fast food, their return to the bosom of nature and during the American frontier of the 18th century, teaching all the necessary survival skills in harmony with nature, environmental literacy, gaining oneself, their place in the world and all in this spirit.

GG can only be admired, its determination, dedication, sometimes even stubborn on the chosen path. You can admire it, but only from the far ... very far away. And here on the other side. If the dream and goal of GG can be admired, even his way of life in general, then the Eustas himself will not work. The most toxic individual, tyrant, despot, and, as it is now fashionable, an abuser, a person from the series "There is my opinion and erroneous." And about his requirements for the lady of the heart I am generally silent, although there is no - he does not understand that a woman can have her own goals, desires, opinions, interests, her self, in the end.

For him, the perfect wife is something dumb, giving birth to, the following on the heels, which of the interests of only the interests of the Ustas, hello the 18th century. And all this is because of the childhood injury, because of their paternal love.I would even say that all these records, aspirations, achievements and high requirements for themselves as a result and others are needed only so that the despertic father noticed him.

Yustas thinks about how much more will have to be torn in order to achieve success, the only goal of which is to achieve at least the word praise from the old man ”and in terms of literature of the narrative, everything is good. Everything is smooth and harmonious, interesting and quite easily written. Never look back ”Veren Vibek“ none of us will get out of here alive, so please stop taking it to yourself with belated thoughts.

Eat delicious food. Walk in the sun. Jump into the ocean. Tell the truth that you wear in your heart as a hidden treasure. Be stupid. Be kind. Be strange. There is no time for anything else. ”Everyone somehow faced the work of Kean. Surely he has his own haters and inadequate fans. More than sure that at least one film was watched with him - “Matrix”, “On the crest of the wave”, “Konstantin”, “Devil's lawyer”, “John Wick” and much more.

His acting can be treated differently as people, so many opinions. If it were not for the injury, then he would be a hockey player in the Canadian team for he had all the prerequisites and inclinations. If it were not for the next husband of Mother Aaron Paul, it was unlikely that Keanu would have got into the cinema and so sharpened skates in the Canadian shopping center.

And Keanu writes poetry and has his own publishing house, because why not yes. From the very first review of his game, he got used to the fact that he is denied talent. From the very first days at school, he was used to being mediocrity. ”A pretty well -written biography of a person with a hard life who never strove for glory, but simply wanted to live free and be happy. Biography ”Valery Popov I’ll say right away, if you evaluate as a biography, then 3 of the if it is evaluated as the memory of a contemporary and friend, then 9 from for my non -attractive look, the biography should be objective.

Facts, facts and nothing but facts. But autobiography, memoirs, memories of contemporaries, etc. can and should be subjective.