Сергей Огольцов
The Rascally Romance (in a single helluva-long letter about a flicking-short life)
to Alexander (‘Esa’) Plaksin27 years of snailmail communingmade us friends, brothers, comrades-in-armsSee you, buddyYou know yourselForeword, a sort of
1. Excuses & Apologies
Haunted by crush landings in however modest try at giving fantasy a free rein, aggravated, on top of that, by being all thumbs at spinning yarn, I am cornered and left out any other option but telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. In other words, no merry sallies outside the straitjacket of my personal experience. Such, muchly rueful, limitations cancel any hope to ever reach the stardom of the literary conveyer-line celebrities bell-jingling as requested by the bestselling practices at the fantasy, science, thriller, mystery, action—each and every, you name it—twist of fiction in the field… Born to crawl, go and fly a kite.
Still—poor, yet proud—I hereby declare that not anything at all...