Collection of memoirs texts, despite the intimacy intonation, talks about the harsh epoch of Russian contemporary art
Irina and Boris Grebenshchikov, Vladislav Mamyshev Monroe and Michael Vasilyev Feinstein at birthday party of Sergei Debizhev. Leningrad, 1991
The book collected closest friend of the artist, the master of performance Vladislav Mamysheva Monroe (1969-2013) Elizaveta Berezovskaya, include sufficient numbers of memoirs evidence.
Here, among other things, you can find extensive and penetrating lyrics Nina Mamysheva (mother of the artist), fine essays prominent art critic Ekaterina Andreeva (a fellow member of his affairs at St. Petersburg), essays by Alexander Borovsky, Olga Sviblova and a host of other precious materials. There is a book and stupid like small fragments of memoir Andrey Bartenev, who showed that Mamyshev Monroe also held in the Department of jokes.
Meanwhile, it is not. Of course, the Monroe loved fun, outrageous, wore a beautiful and expensive things, and did everything to get into high society, whose members are often bought his work (at least it is constantly referred to in the various posthumous publications).
But Monroe, unlike Bartenev was not just a showman in the celebration of life. His varied work combines virtuosity and handicraft, united by the desire to show that human beings desperately empty and needs filling.
That's why (nature, as we know, abhors a vacuum) so he needed masks and decorations: three-layer makeup, formal suit, royal coat and other simulative accessories.
That's why it's so important to find, invent itself double, for example, in the face of the legendary actress, whose life has not yet been solved: how much pain it was for all of her novels and luxury style ...
What do we expect from the memoirs of a memorial book about one of the key characters of his time?
Firstly, the accuracy in the image of the hero contradictory. Monroe loved and knew how to stay in the memory of anyone, even accidentally encountered a person forever: for him, they say, it was impossible to remain indifferent.
Secondly, of course, expect from such a collection of absorption at a time when the main character and his friends were young and live it in full.
This book is quite a lot, but not enough to block the moment in which, in contrast to the main character's memoirs, alive and all his reminiscing and talking about it.