A Genius of Unrequited Love

The novel "A Genius of Unrequited Love" was nominated for the Booker Prize a quarter of a century ago. It didn’t win, of course — back then, it seemed there were more important things than this strange funny parable about mad love for life. Only now it has become clear that "A Genius of Unrequited..." is crafted for all times — about how to live in a meaningless and tragicomic world without losing balance, to walk over the abyss of existence and still cross it, to stop a moment without depriving it of movement and breath.

The novel is fluid, multifaceted, and, in fact, lacks a single plot line. Life, denying a single storyline, is continuous and elusive: the flicker of text and consciousness, irony and seriousness, belief in miracles, and above all — the indestructible sense of humor of Marina Moskvin, where humor is not an end in itself, but a magical lens through which human conflicts appear absurd and human dramas surmountable. Therefore, the author, laughing and crying, does what not every alchemist can achieve in the search for the philosopher's stone.

Read and reread Moskvin, she knows something. What?