Heralded as the "best book on the dope decade" by the New York Times Book Review, Hunter S. Thompson's documented drug orgy through Las Vegas would no doubt leave Nancy Reagan blushing and D.A.R.E. founders rethinking their motto. Under the pseudonym of Raoul Duke, Thompson travels with his Samoan attorney, Dr. Gonzo, in a souped-up convertible dubbed the "Great Red Shark." In its trunk, they stow "two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cocaine and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers.... A quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls," which they manage to consume during their short tour. On assignment from a sports magazine to cover "the fabulous Mint 400"--a free-for-all biker's race in the heart of the Nevada desert--the drug-a-delic duo stumbles through Vegas in hallucinatory hopes of finding the American dream (two truck-stop waitresses tell them it's nearby, but can't remember if it's on the right or the left). They of course never get the story, but they do commit the only sins in Vegas: "burning the locals, abusing the tourists, terrifying the help." For Thompson to remember and pen his experiences with such clarity and wit is nothing short of a miracle; an impressive feat no matter how one feels about the subject matter. A first-rate sensibility twinger, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is a pop-culture classic, an icon of an era past, and a nugget of pure comedic genius.

Heralded as the “best book on the dope decade” by the New York Times Book Review, Hunter S. Thompson’s documented drug orgy through Las Vegas would no doubt leave Nancy Reagan blushing and D.A.R.E. founders rethinking their motto. Under the pseudonym of Raoul Duke, Thompson travels with his Samoan attorney, Dr. Gonzo, in a souped-up convertible dubbed the “Great Red Shark.” In its trunk, they stow “two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cocaine and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers.... A quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls,” which they manage to consume during their short tour. On assignment from a sports magazine to cover “the fabulous Mint 400”—a free-for-all biker’s race in the heart of the Nevada desert—the drug-a-delic duo stumbles through Vegas in hallucinatory hopes of finding the American dream (two truck-stop waitresses tell them it’s nearby, but can’t remember if it’s on the right or the left). They of course never get the story, but they do commit the only sins in Vegas: “burning the locals, abusing the tourists, terrifying the help.” For Thompson to remember and pen his experiences with such clarity and wit is nothing short of a miracle; an impressive feat no matter how one feels about the subject matter. A first-rate sensibility twinger, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is a pop-culture classic, an icon of an era past, and a nugget of pure comedic genius.

Heralded as the “best book on the dope decade” by the New York Times Book Review, Hunter S. Thompson’s documented drug orgy through Las Vegas would no doubt leave Nancy Reagan blushing and D.A.R.E. founders rethinking their motto. Under the pseudonym of Raoul Duke, Thompson travels with his Samoan attorney, Dr. Gonzo, in a souped-up convertible dubbed the “Great Red Shark.” In its trunk, they stow “two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cocaine and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers.... A quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls,” which they manage to consume during their short tour. On assignment from a sports magazine to cover “the fabulous Mint 400”—a free-for-all biker’s race in the heart of the Nevada desert—the drug-a-delic duo stumbles through Vegas in hallucinatory hopes of finding the American dream (two truck-stop waitresses tell them it’s nearby, but can’t remember if it’s on the right or the left). They of course never get the story, but they do commit the only sins in Vegas: “burning the locals, abusing the tourists, terrifying the help.” For Thompson to remember and pen his experiences with such clarity and wit is nothing short of a miracle; an impressive feat no matter how one feels about the subject matter. A first-rate sensibility twinger, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is a pop-culture classic, an icon of an era past, and a nugget of pure comedic genius.

Heralded as the “best book on the dope decade” by the New York Times Book Review, Hunter S. Thompson’s documented drug orgy through Las Vegas would no doubt leave Nancy Reagan blushing and D.A.R.E. founders rethinking their motto. Under the pseudonym of Raoul Duke, Thompson travels with his Samoan attorney, Dr. Gonzo, in a souped-up convertible dubbed the “Great Red Shark.” In its trunk, they stow “two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half-full of cocaine and a whole galaxy of multicolored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers.... A quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls,” which they manage to consume during their short tour. On assignment from a sports magazine to cover “the fabulous Mint 400”—a free-for-all biker’s race in the heart of the Nevada desert—the drug-a-delic duo stumbles through Vegas in hallucinatory hopes of finding the American dream (two truck-stop waitresses tell them it’s nearby, but can’t remember if it’s on the right or the left). They of course never get the story, but they do commit the only sins in Vegas: “burning the locals, abusing the tourists, terrifying the help.” For Thompson to remember and pen his experiences with such clarity and wit is nothing short of a miracle; an impressive feat no matter how one feels about the subject matter. A first-rate sensibility twinger, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is a pop-culture classic, an icon of an era past, and a nugget of pure comedic genius.

Прозаическая поэма. В остальном же как всё у автора

«Мы живем незаметной жизнью на периферии; мы стали маргиналами – и существует масса вещей, в которых мы решили не участвовать. Мы хотели тишины – и обрели эту тишину. Мы приехали сюда, покрытые ранами и болячками, с кишками, закрученными в узлы, и уже думали, что когда-нибудь нам удастся опорожнить кишечник. Наши организмы, пропитанные запахом копировальных машин, детского крема и гербовой бумаги, взбунтовались из-за бесконечного стресса, рожденного бессмысленной работой, которую мы выполняли неохотно и за которую нас никто не благодарил. Нами владели силы, вынуждавшие нас глотать успокоительное и считать, что поход в магазин – это уже творчество, а взятых видеофильмов достаточно для счастья. Но теперь, когда мы поселились здесь, в пустыне, все стало много, много лучше».

«Мы живем незаметной жизнью на периферии; мы стали маргиналами – и существует масса вещей, в которых мы решили не участвовать. Мы хотели тишины – и обрели эту тишину. Мы приехали сюда, покрытые ранами и болячками, с кишками, закрученными в узлы, и уже думали, что когда-нибудь нам удастся опорожнить кишечник. Наши организмы, пропитанные запахом копировальных машин, детского крема и гербовой бумаги, взбунтовались из-за бесконечного стресса, рожденного бессмысленной работой, которую мы выполняли неохотно и за которую нас никто не благодарил. Нами владели силы, вынуждавшие нас глотать успокоительное и считать, что поход в магазин – это уже творчество, а взятых видеофильмов достаточно для счастья. Но теперь, когда мы поселились здесь, в пустыне, все стало много, много лучше».

In this lively and unique document 1970s-style hedonism, we follow the further adventures of Cleo Odzer, whose first book, Patpong Sisters, was a Quality Paperback Book Club best seller. Goa Freaks begins in the mid 1970s and tells of Cleo's love affair with Goa, a resort in India where the Freaks (hippies) of the world converge to partake in a heavy bohemian lifestyle. To finance their astounding appetites for cocaine, heroin, and hashish, the Freaks spend each monsoon season acting as drug couriers, and soon Cleo is running her own scams in Canada, Australia, and the United States. (She even gets her Aunt Sathe in on the action.) With her earnings she builds a veritable palace by the beach—the only Goa house with running water and a flushing toilet Cleo becomes the hostess of Anjuna Beach, holding days-long poker games and movie nights and, as her money begins to run out, transforming the house into a for profit drug den. Tracing Cleo's love affairs, her stint hiding out at the ashram of the infamous Bhagwan Rajneesh, and her sometimes-harrowing drug expert likes, Goa Freaks: My Hippie years in India is candid and compelling, bringing to life the Spirit of a now-lost era.

Саймон Логан — виртуоз в искусстве создания мрачных апокалипсических мирков в небольшом пространстве рассказа, «i-o» — его первый сборник в жанре industrial, состоит из одиннадцати рассказов, в которых автор исследует обитателей футуристических свалок и заброшенных заводов — неудачных гибридов машин и людей, обретших душу. Выбор у этих существ невелик: либо продолжать жесткую борьбу за выживание в первобытно-техногенном мире, либо пойти на запчасти после мучительной смерти в контейнере с кислотой… Искусное сочетание бурной фантазии, стилистики игры «Doom» и черного юмора сделало автора культовым среди поклонников как киберготики, так и классической научной фантастики.

Все идет как всегда, и ты ничего особенно не ждешь от этого лета. Ты торопливо шагаешь, скажем, в библиотеку, и вдруг застываешь на месте с прижатым к уху мобильным… И вот ты уже в поезде, мчишься за тысячу километров искать похищенного человека.Роман Бориса Прокудина «In сайт / Out сайт, или Любовь из интернета» — молодежный детектив или лирическое путешествие по городам, где с улиц еще не ушла поэзия, где руки ищут руки, а тела содрогаются от… смеха.

Finalist for the 2012 Wonderland Book Award for Best NovelPoor Dennis. He’s a regular sort of guy who’s recently been dealt a shitty hand by life: he lost his job, his wife hates him and wants a divorce, and it turns out she was also cheating on him as well. Now he’s living on his brother’s couch. Holy fuck, that sucks. Dennis can’t imagine things could get much worse, and that’s why he jumped at the opportunity to take part in a new reality game show: a “sexcathlon” where the first person to achieve 10 increasingly difficult and perverted sexual challenges wins a million dollars and is crowned King of the Perverts. Dennis doesn’t care about the title, he just wants the money, but now he’s not sure he can make it to the end. Enduring a golden shower and following through with an Abe Lincoln are hard enough, but he’s losing his nerve and fears what act of perversion will come next. He’d like to drop out, but his Russian bear of a cameraman, Mongo, has other plans for him and that million dollar prize, and Dennis has to decide which is worse: winning the King of the Perverts, or losing it.

"I need to rebel against myself. It's the opposite of following your bliss. I need to do what I most fear." Beleaguered reporter Carl Streator is stuck writing about SIDS and grieving for his dead wife and child; he copes by building perfect model homes and smashing them with a bare foot. But things only get worse: Carl accidentally memorizes an ancient African "culling song" that kills anyone he focuses on while mentally reciting it, until killing "gets to be a bad habit." His only friend, Nash, a creepy necrophiliac coroner, amuses himself with Carl's victims. Salvation of a sort comes in the form of Helen Hoover Boyle, a witch making a tidy living as a real estate broker selling-and quickly reselling-haunted houses. She, too, knows the culling song and finances her diamond addiction by freelancing as a telepathic assassin. Carl and Helen hit the road with Helen's Wiccan assistant, Mona, and her blackmailing boyfriend, Oyster, on a search-and-destroy mission for all outstanding copies of the culling song, as well as an all-powerful master tome of spells, a grimoire. Hilarious satire, both supernatural and scatological, ensues, the subtext of which seems to be Palahniuk's conviction that information has become a weapon ("Imagine a plague you catch through your ears"), and the bizarre love affair between Helen and Carl offers the lone linear thread in a field of narrative flak bursts. But the chief significance of this novel is Palahniuk's decision to commit himself to a genre, and this horror tale of both magic and mundane modernity plants him firmly in a category where previously he existed as a genre of one.

Второй роман Алексея А. Шепелёва, лидера группы «Общество Зрелища», исповедующей искусство «дебилизма» и «радикального радикализма», автора нашумевшего в молодёжной неформальской среде трэш-романа «Echo» (шорт-лист премии «Дебют»-2002).«Maxximum Exxtremum» — «масимальный экстрим», совпадение противоположностей: любви и ненависти, высшего и низшего пилотажа экзистенциального бытия героев. Книга А. Шепелёва выделяется на фоне продукции издательства «Кислород», здесь нет привычного попсово-молодёжного понимания слова «экстрим». Если использовать метематические термины, две точки крайних значений — экстремума — точка минимума и точка максимума — должны совпасть.«Почему никто из молодых не напишет сейчас новую версию самого трагического романа о любви — «Это я, Эдичка?» — вопрошал Илья Кормильцев. Очевидно, рукопись нового романа А. Шепелёва он так и не успел прочесть.Отличительные черты текста автора: глубина художественного восприятия, психологизм, неповторимый юмор и едкая сатира, виртуозное владение языком (в том числе и русским матом, создание слов-неологизмов, собственный диалект маргинального микросоциума героев и т. д.), почти беспрецедентная и довольно удачная попытка порно-эротических сцен на малоприспособленном для этого «великом и могучем», социальная и онтологическая проблематика, богоискательство.

Ms. Beatrice Hempel, teacher of seventh grade, is new — new to teaching, new to the school, newly engaged, and newly bereft of her idiosyncratic father. Grappling awkwardly with her newness, she struggles to figure out what is expected of her in life and at work. Is it acceptable to introduce swear words into the English curriculum, enlist students to write their own report cards, or bring up personal experiences while teaching a sex-education class? Sarah Shun-lien Bynum finds characters at their most vulnerable, then explores those precarious moments in sharp, graceful prose. From this most innovative of young writers comes another journey down the rabbit hole to the wonderland of middle school, memory, daydreaming, and the extraordinary business of growing up.

Перед вами самая что ни на есть беспонтовая книга, поэтому людям без понтов она обязательно понравится. Для ее героев — двух форменных раздолбаев, изо всех сил сопротивляющихся естественному взрослению, — не существует ни авторитетов, ни чужих мнений, ни навязанных извне правил. Их любимая фишка — смеяться. Над случайными коллегами, над собой и над окружающей реальностью. В чем, собственно, и состоит их прелесть.

Nova Express takes William S. Burroughs’s nightmarish future one step beyond The Soft Machine. The diabolical Nova criminals have gained control and plan on wreaking untold destruction. It’s up to Inspector Lee of the Nova Police to attack and dismantle the word-and-imagery machine of these “control addicts” before it’s too late.

Пронзительный роман на очень экзотическом материале. Один из наиболее известных отечественных порномагнатов рассказывает о тайнах своего грязного ремесла.

Palahniuk's 10th novel (after Snuff) is a potent if cartoonish cultural satire that succeeds despite its stridently confounding prose. A gang of adolescent terrorists trained by an unspecified totalitarian state (the boys and girls are guided by quotations attributed to Marx, Hitler, Augusto Pinochet, Idi Amin, etc.) infiltrate America as foreign exchange students. Their mission: to bring the nation to its knees through Operation Havoc, an act of mass destruction disguised as a science project. Narrated by skinny 13-year-old Pgymy, the propulsive plot deconstructs American fixtures, among them church (religion propaganda distribution outlet), spelling bees (forced battle to list English alphabet letters) and TV news reporters (Horde scavenger feast at overflowing anus of world history), before moving on to a Columbine-like shooting spree by a closeted kid who has fallen in love with the teenage terrorist who raped him in a shopping mall bathroom. Decoding Palahniuk's characteristically scathing observations is a challenge, as Pygmy's narrative voice is unbound by rules of grammar or structure (a typical sentence: Host father mount altar so stance beside bin empty of water), but perseverance is its own perverse reward in this singular, comic accomplishment.