At the end of last year, Elena Shubina's Editorial Office published a collection of contemporary writers called "The Body". Actually, the title is much longer, and the list of authors at the bottom of the page could compete with one of the texts. I admit, as a reader, the green face of Pivovarov's Dedication to Vika and the abundance of letters on the cover rather scared me off - they had some kind of Soviet poster air. But stories, especially when you have the opportunity to pinch off a little bit from each dish at the feast of the spirit, where leading novelists (and some poets) shared their experiences of experiencing physicality - well, how can you resist.
Still, yes, that's good. At least because a large-scale project that brought together forty authors under one cover (the final editorial speech "About authors" is also quite a story, certainly no worse than some of the local ones) - such a project provides an opportunity to get an idea of the color of Russian writing, little known to the general public. You haven't read Varlamov's book at all yet. Nikolaenko, Nekrasova, only heard about the nominations and awards. But when you read one story, you thought to yourself: "Would I continue my acquaintance with him/her?" - did it hook you up with something. And now you are purposefully looking for author's books. Well, is that okay?
To sum up: as a reader, I love stories because they give me the opportunity to live a small life at lightning speed. And I think I'm not the only one. The collection does an excellent job with this task.