A psychologically revealing,
flash-back-filled first person account of a small time wheeler
dealer’s transformational ideological crusade, taking him from the «Wild East’
corruption of 90s Russia, via the illusory psychedelic liberation
of Goa’s tropical beach paradise — viewed through the prism
of a narrator stranded in the farcical existential vacuum
of awaiting justice from Indian legal system.
This book is for all those who
were enthralled when reading ‘Shantaram’, and those who have had a chance to
visit Goa. But also for those who plan to immerse themselves in the noisy,
bright, unmatched vibes of the universal capital of downshifters, two-week
tourists, yogis, Israeli demobs, freaks, smokers, and dancers of all types. This
book is about the paradise resort’s carefree and happy façade, and its insides.
About the illusory freedom provided by psychedelics, and the very real
imprisonment of an Indian jail. About the immutability of the karmic law of
cause and effect, and the surrealism of Indian justice. About the ups and downs
of the author’s fortunes, his naivety, illusions, coming of age, and inner
transformation. Reading this book, empathizing with the author and recognizing
many of its characters, I couldn’t put it down. The narrative doesn’t let you
go, as everything that is described, no matter how tragic, incredible and
phantasmagoric it is at times, was experienced and is told from the
first-person perspective.
Alexander Nariniani, chief editor of the Orientale publishing house
A scream book, a confession book, a book about the life of a foreigner in Goa during the last decade, which unfolds through two narratives about the promised land: the found and the lost. In one of them, Vasya undergoes a transformation from businessman to psychedelic explorer, and in the other he serves time in a Goan jail. It is about how ‘heaven without hell can unnoticeably turn into hell’, which is fascinating not only to the wide gallery of characters that played a direct role in the described events, but also to the new generation of psychedelic Jedis willing to learn from their predecessors’ mistakes.
Anastasia Gritsay, chief editor of Colors of Goa magazine
A psychologically revealing, flash-back-filled, first person account of a small-time wheeler-dealer’s transformational ideological crusade, taking him from the ‘Wild East’ corruption of ‘90s Russia, via the illusory psychedelic liberation of Goa’s tropical beach paradise – viewed through the prism of a narrator stranded in the farcical existential vacuum of awaiting justice from the Indian legal system.
Nicholas White, translator and editor, Navigator newspaper
An ordinary Russian guy named Vasiliy lives in the north of the Indian state of Goa. He has a beautiful wife, a smart daughter, and his own restaurant on the shore, where you can have a taste of hash cake and wash it down with real kvass – an old Russian beverage – for just 100 rupees. Vasya and his friends consider themselves psychedelic ‘Che Guevaras,’ and help their fellow citizens – both true downshifters and ‘two-week trippers’ – make a quantum leap in consciousness. But Vasya’s prolonged journey through wonderful India, where desires tend to materialize and time is ‘as thick as a mango smoothie’, gradually turns into a bad trip. It is a narrative about how ‘heaven without hell can unnoticeably turn into hell’, which is fascinating not only to the wide gallery of characters that took a direct part in the described events, but also to the new generation of psychedelic Jedis, willing to learn from their mistakes of their predecessors.
Alexander Nariniani, chief editor of the Orientale publishing house
A scream book, a confession book, a book about the life of a foreigner in Goa during the last decade, which unfolds through two narratives about the promised land: the found and the lost. In one of them, Vasya undergoes a transformation from businessman to psychedelic explorer, and in the other he serves time in a Goan jail. It is about how ‘heaven without hell can unnoticeably turn into hell’, which is fascinating not only to the wide gallery of characters that played a direct role in the described events, but also to the new generation of psychedelic Jedis willing to learn from their predecessors’ mistakes.
Anastasia Gritsay, chief editor of Colors of Goa magazine
A psychologically revealing, flash-back-filled, first person account of a small-time wheeler-dealer’s transformational ideological crusade, taking him from the ‘Wild East’ corruption of ‘90s Russia, via the illusory psychedelic liberation of Goa’s tropical beach paradise – viewed through the prism of a narrator stranded in the farcical existential vacuum of awaiting justice from the Indian legal system.
Nicholas White, translator and editor, Navigator newspaper
An ordinary Russian guy named Vasiliy lives in the north of the Indian state of Goa. He has a beautiful wife, a smart daughter, and his own restaurant on the shore, where you can have a taste of hash cake and wash it down with real kvass – an old Russian beverage – for just 100 rupees. Vasya and his friends consider themselves psychedelic ‘Che Guevaras,’ and help their fellow citizens – both true downshifters and ‘two-week trippers’ – make a quantum leap in consciousness. But Vasya’s prolonged journey through wonderful India, where desires tend to materialize and time is ‘as thick as a mango smoothie’, gradually turns into a bad trip. It is a narrative about how ‘heaven without hell can unnoticeably turn into hell’, which is fascinating not only to the wide gallery of characters that took a direct part in the described events, but also to the new generation of psychedelic Jedis, willing to learn from their mistakes of their predecessors.
About Vasiliy Karavaev
Vasiliy Karavaev 1973 Since 2004
lives in India, Goa. The author of three books. Nominated for Russian National
Literary Awards.
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