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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page


Chapter 1






also by Victor Pelevin

THE HELMET OF HORROR: THE MYTH OF THESEUS AND THE MINOTAUR


HOMO ZAPIENS


4 BY PELEVIN


BUDDHA’S LITTLE FINGER


A WEREWOLF PROBLEM IN CENTRAL LONDON


THE LIFE OF INSECTS


THE BLUE LANTERN


OMON RA


THE YELLOW ARROW






Copyright © Victor Pelevin, 2005

Translation copyright © Andrew Bromfield, 2008


All rights reserved



Originally published in Russian by Eksmo, Moscow.


English translation first published in Great Britain by Faber and Faber Limited.



Publisher’s Note


This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or


are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events,


or locales is entirely coincidental.



LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING IN PUBLICATION DATA



Pelevin, Viktor.


[Sviashchennaia kniga oborotnia. English]


The sacred book of the werewolf / Victor Pelevin ; translated by Andrew Bromfield.


p. cm.


Summary: A novel about a fifteen-year-old prostitute who is actually a 2,000-year-old werefox who seduces men with


her tail and drains them of their sexual power. She falls in love with an FSB officer who is actually a werewolf.

eISBN : 978-1-440-60932-9

I. Bromfield, Andrew. II. Title.


PG3485.E38S8713 2008


891.73’44 — dc22


2008015563





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Commentary by Experts

The present text, which is also known under the title of ‘A Hu-Li’ is in fact a clumsy literary forgery, produced by an unknown author during the first quarter of the twenty-first century. Most specialists are agreed that this manuscript is of no interest in its own right, but only for the manner in which it was launched into the world. The text file entitled ‘A Hu-Li’ was supposedly found on the hard disk of a laptop computer discovered in ‘dramatic circumstances’ in one of Moscow’s parks. From the militia report describing the discovery it is quite clear that the whole incident was deliberately staged. Indeed, to our mind the report provides useful insight into the virtuoso techniques employed in modern PR.


The report is authentic, incorporating all the requisite stamps and signatures, although the precise time at which it was composed is no longer known - the upper section of the title page was cut off when the report was bound into a file before being despatched to the archives at the end of the calendar year, as required by standing instructions. It appears from the report that the interest of members of the militia was attracted by strange natural phenomena in the Bitsevsky Park in the Southern Administrative District of Moscow. Members of the public observed a bluish glow above the treetops, ball lightning and a large number of five-coloured rainbows. Several of the rainbows were also spherical in form (according to the testimony of eye-witnesses, the colours in them seemed to shine through each other).


The epicentre of this strange anomaly was an extensive waste lot at the edge of the park, where the ramp for bicycle jumping is located. The half-melted frame of a ‘Cannondale Jekyll 100’ bicycle was discovered close to the ramp, together with the remains of its tyres. The grass around the ramp was burned to a distance of ten metres, with the burnt area taking the form of a regular five-pointed star, beyond which the grass remained unaffected. Certain articles of female clothing were discovered beside the bicycle frame: jeans, a pair of trainers, a pair of panties with the word ‘Sunday’ on them (evidently from a weekly set) and a T-shirt with the letters ‘ckuf’ on the chest.


Judging from the photographs in the report, the third letter of this word appears to resemble the Cyrillic letter ‘И’ rather than the Latin ‘U’. We may therefore assume that what we are presented with here is not an anagram of the English word ‘fuck’, as M. Leibman asserts in his monograph, but a representation of the Russian word ‘сKиф’, i.e. Scythian. This surmise is confirmed by the phrase ‘yes, we are asiatics’ on the back of the T-shirt - a clear allusion to Alexander Blok’s poem ‘Scythians’, which, to all appearances M. Leibman seems not to have read.


Also found with the articles of clothing was a rucksack containing a laptop computer, as already mentioned in the report. None of these items had been damaged, and no signs of exposure to fire were discovered on any of them, which indicates that they were planted on the site of the incident after the five-pointed star was burned into the grass. No criminal investigation was initiated as a result of this event.


The subsequent fate of the text that was (supposedly) discovered on the hard disk of the laptop is well known. It initially circulated among occult fringe groups, and was later published as a book. The original title of the text, sounding exactly like the Russian phrase for ‘so fucking what?’, was considered obscene even by our modern-day literary hucksters, and so it was published under the changed title of The Sacred Book of the Werewolf.


This text is not, of course, deserving of any serious literary or critical analysis. Nonetheless, we would like to note that it presents such a dense interweaving of borrowings, imitations, rehashings and allusions (not to mention the poor style and the author’s quite exceptional puerility), that its authenticity or genuineness do not pose any question for serious literary specialists: it is interesting purely as a symptom of the profound spiritual decline through which our society is currently passing. And for serious people who have made their way in the world the pseudo-oriental pop-metaphysics that the author is unable to resist flaunting before other dismal failures like himself cannot possibly evoke anything more than an intense feeling of compassion.


We should like to assure Muscovites and visitors to the capital that cleanliness and public order in Bitsevsky Park are always maintained well up to the mark and the militia of Moscow stand guard over the peace and security of citizens walking there by day and night.


Finally, and above all, my dear friends, may there always be room in your lives for a song of joy!



Tengiz Kokoev,


Major, head of the ‘Bitsa Centre’ Department of the FSB


Maya Marmeladoff, Igor Shitman,


PhD in philological science


Peldis Sharm,


Presenter of the TV programme ‘Karaoke Homeland’



1


Who is your hero, Dolores Haze,


Still one of those blue-caped starmen?


Humbert Humbert




The client I had been directed to by the barman Serge had been waiting in the Alexander Bar of the hotel National since seven-thirty in the evening. It was already seven-forty and the taxi was still crawling along, shifting from one traffic jam to another. I had a dreary, depressed feeling so deep in my soul that I was almost ready to believe I had one.


‘I want to be forever young,’ Alphaville sang yet again on the radio.


I wish I had your problems, I thought. And immediately remembered my own.


I don’t really think about them that often. All I know is that they reside somewhere out there in the black void and I can come back to them again at any moment. Just to convince myself one more time that they have no solution. And thinking about that for a moment leads to interesting conclusions.


Let’s just suppose I solve them. What then? They’ll simply disappear - that is, they’ll drift away for ever into the same non-existence where they reside for most of the time anyway. And the only practical consequence will be that my mind will stop dragging them