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“The current drafts of our time was written in the 1990s. Now oligarchic Stan – perfect reality, the lines of which made its way back then “, – says the writer Pavlo Volvach. In mid-March appeared his third novel, “Dreams of the neophyte”. After the first two novels, describing the 1980s and the 2000s, a new book writer takes the reader in the difficult 1990s.
What prompted you to return in the 1990s, now, when enough new hot developments in the state?
1990 to me is not so far away past. And moreover, it is not the distant past for prose. Prose does not have to respond to something immediate. She needs to comprehend temporal layers within 10-20 years. Fresh events react faster flash poetry, not prose.
I first wrote the novel “Klyasa” on the end of the 1980s, after he had an affair “Kreschatik-Plaza” is a completely different situation, different country, different time, different system – 2000-E. And now, this flash-back – a return that fit between 1980 and 2000.
Something not finished?
Did not finish. And plus, I think in Ukrainian literature very few works that explain, describe and live the present. We mainly historical novels about the cold Yar, Daniil Galitsky, or some fantasy. I’m not saying it’s bad. But I am now interested to live the present: to explain, to try to answer, to excite public interest and opinion.
What questions you wanted to answer in this novel?
What was the time and who then were people. What this country, what is the period and out of it in the future, or near future will grow.
1990s- this is an absolute smashing, tectonic shifts. It was the time of the draft. Had already written drafts of the current of modernity. Then lay what is now abundant and flourishing. The roots were in the 1990s. Now oligarchic Stan – perfect reality, the lines of which made its way even then
1990s- this is an absolute smashing, tectonic shifts. It was the time of the draft. Had already written drafts of the current of modernity. Then lay what is now abundant and flourishing. The roots were in the 1990s. Now oligarchic Stan – perfect reality, the lines that penetrated even then.
I was clear and then, though not so clearly as now that the Ukrainian-Russian question will still arise. Living in Kiev, I felt it since childhood. When the bookstore told me: “Put down the book, it’s in Ukrainian”, for me it worked. I knew that forever it can not continue. Over time, increasingly be seen how much the situation is escalating and how the problem is brewing.
Now in the state there are many problems that come from the 1990s. the novel is named more or less successfully – “Dreams of the neophyte”. There are all neophytes. Not only the main character, who with yesterday’s polynimial and punks becomes a poet, writer, journalist. His buddy Proshka recidivate becomes a millionaire.
What good were born since the 1990s?
The feeling of freedom and at least potential. I found a certain short period of relative stability in the Soviet era. But it was the stability of the conventional, boring, and limited. In the economic dimension is 220 rubles and no more. In aesthetic terms – is that Michael Stelmach and who else is there. Is for aesthetes – Adamo, Tone Jones, is allowed from the magazine “Krugozor”, flexible plates.
In the 1990s, opened in the truest sense of the horizons of the world: you can go anywhere, and another thing – do not go for that.
Farther away, the more grows in new people some sense and responsibility, changes must occur primarily in itself. Before such was not.
Where and what do you most often meet the 1990s now?
It seems to me that we didn’t get out of them. In principle in many ways. This and the inscription over the grocery store is still the old font, in which we hear of the 1970-ies, or some gap-toothed round table in a cafe. And in the minds of people, of course. It not much has changed, especially the older ones. Paradoxical mind: all want change, but they themselves do not change. Changes need to be somewhere, but they should not touch me directly. But the changes I want. Everyone is talking about the changes. This is also the 1990s.
Paradoxical mind: all want change, but they themselves do not change. Changes need to be somewhere, but they should not touch me directly. But the changes I want
What statements are reminiscent of the 1990s?
My 1990 was in Zaporozhye. Zaporozhye – a city worker. All my friends were out working, even criminal environment. Therefore, the 1990s to me more like some slang expressions. Go in the 1990s through the market. Ahead of me the guy characteristic appearance of “clean kankretno guy.” Behind the kiosk is a visitor from the southern republics and smokes. This to him: “Give me a cigarette!” – And I here at what? – protested the man. The guy eyed him and said, “in the money”. It is a small masterpiece.
These things annoy you?
On the contrary. Of course there is nostalgia. For example, in the heart of the city is absolutely Soviet-style cafes, the drinking. It has not changed anything: these round tables are bitten, what sort of cups of tomato juice and vodka is cheap. To me there is nice from time to time.
As you have in a production environment Zaporozhye had a desire to write?
I grew up in a neighborhood on the outskirts of the city. Cosmogony is not too fanciful: the fellowship of the proletariat and some technical intelligentsia. Separately – garbage. But it is outside the territory of the parental home. And the house always had books. Father also in his time were tuned in to the writers ‘ destiny. He had an obvious talent and a taste for the word. I have the spinning gear. We had a lot of books. The father of the brothers from Kiev brought the samizdat. Cold verses I read years 10.
Already then I began to break the contradictions of the national. On the one hand, in the backyard telling jokes about the stupid crest. It was baked pungent, but also sweet anger.
The people I spoke Russian. Only Ukrainian at home, and thought on it. Would call an ambulance if suddenly began to speak Ukrainian on the street. Shifted dramatically – when I went on television, decided all
Had a hard life. After the plant going to the pub, where you hear someone robbed yesterday, and “Yegor now go to DD and grab two cubes. You take it or not?” I, thank God, not injected.
The next day is already boring to go to the pub, and you cupis the top shelf of the poetry and read Pluzhnyk. Somehow it got on. I understand that it’s a strange cocktail. But it’s good for a writer.
Being Ukrainian you feel in the minority?
Absolutely. The people I spoke Russian. Only Ukrainian at home, and thought on it. Would call an ambulance if suddenly began to speak Ukrainian on the street. Go decided – when I went on television decided all.
Your father was a local dissident?
From his fate blows cold not feasible. It was not carried out. Obviously had a writer’s ear. But not enough, apparently, will power. Wrote protest letters to the KGB against Russification. He was summoned there. The sixties is the code word “why”. So, it dragged out of work. Then went disease, and so pen he did.
The father was a terrible idealist. He served in the Northern fleet. On the ship, when sailed for the Barents sea, the commander pulled a gust of wind cap. My dad foolishly jumps in Parentswho, pulls out the cap. When Stalin died, dad cried a little, and then to say his name didn’t. Was ideological. During the conflict in Libya or Algeria wanted to go volunteer to fight there.
The father was a typical Easterner and gave me this. In the 1970s, the streets of Zaporozhye did not go to people with a mustache and Oseledets. All were ordinary Soviet people. But we had our codes: Makhno. They have latitude, and it is not the breadth of drunken emotion. The matter is broad in vision and perception. Zhadan – man from the East, and from such Susarov that it would seem that there is Ukrainian? And he is Ukrainian.
Now people divide the money, social status. From this point of view, the 90s continue. But we have come close to changing the oligarchical system. This question is still the day before yesterday.