<nettime> Proletkult is back! in Italy...

[Örsan Şenalp <orsan1234@gmail.com>]

Proletkult, the fiction, by the Italian author collective Wu Ming
(Anonymous), is out... (via Noemi Ghetti)

https://snuproject.wordpress.com/2018/10/26/proletkult-is-back-the-fiction-by-the-italian-collective-wu-ming-via-noemi-ghetti/

below is google translated text about the book:

Bogdanov imagined pulling out his revolver and shooting his heart.
Then he would have tied the anchor to the corpse, he would have
knocked it overboard, and he would have thrown the gun behind his
body. The stories of Leonid Voloch would be lost forever at the bottom
of the gulf. His journey on the socialist planet would have died with
him. A philosophical story. A novel of science and fantasy that no one
would ever read “.

The book

Moscow, 1927. Let your stories mingle with reality to the point where
you come to life: is not this the secret dream of every narrator? This
is what happens to Aleksandr Bogdanov, writer of science fiction, but
also revolutionary, scientist and philosopher. While preparations are
under way to celebrate the tenth anniversary of the October Revolution
and the showdown between Stalin and his opponents is approaching, the
author of the famous Red Star receives a visit from a character who
seems to have come straight out of the pages of his novel. It is an
opportunity to retrace the steps of a life lived on the edge of the
abyss, between insurrections, exile and wars, chasing the ghost of an
old lost companion along the way. A search that will deeply shake the
convictions of a lifetime. “They head to the exit, passing between the
models on display. The different rockets seem to reveal the provenance
of their designers. That of Max Valier, South Tyrolean, is a spindle
of metal and German will, with two stubby wings, similar to arms, each
ending in a pointed missile. The spaceship of Federov is a tin whale,
full of mysterious diverticula and extroflexed trumpets, which one
imagines to navigate melancholy and Russian to other galaxies.
Goddard’s lunar torpedo is a giant, no-frills, pragmatic, and Yankee
bullet. The Esnault-Pelterie aircraft are butterflies of French
elegance, while the four-stage rocket engine with a double reaction
engine, of the Italian Gussalli, is baroque from the name ».

Best,
Orsan
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