I acknowledge myself as a man of 61 years, preparing to publish in March my 37th book. I also acknowledge myself as a man, living with 21 years old girl, possessing a white bull terrier, white rat and a hamster. I also acknowledge myself as a leader of National-Bolsheviks Party, which I have founded ten years ago. And that is exactly in that last capacity as a political leader that I am hated by authority of my beloved country of Russia. As it is not enough I became few months ago the Chairman of movement “Russia without Putin.”
Every day, or almost every day my assistant Michael brings me reports of electronical medias as well as press-clips about deeds of National-Bolsheviks Party. Headlines say for example on March 12: “newsru.com, “Natsbols have seized a Putin’s headquarters at Saint Petersburg and have handcuffed themselves to Latvian embassy in Moscow.” News of party activities are coming from numerous provincial cities: in Irkutsk, Putin’s reception office was attacked. In Chelyabinsk meeting NBP in alliance with communists under the slogan “Russia Without Putin” have taken place. In Barnaul, meeting NBP, but before unknown persons have painted in black the FSB building. Orsk, Novosibirsk, Rostov-sur-Don, Ryazan, Kaluga, Nizhni Novgorod, Krasnoyarsk, Magnitogorsk, Kharkov, Kishenev - those cities where National-Bolsheviks have staged some actions in the beginning of March. (more…)
— To me, His Butler’s Story is one of your best books. One of the reasons I was shocked when I first read it was that somehow you managed to describe what Jenny, an ordinary American of the time, was like. I read that and looked around at the rest of American literature and nobody repeated it. I always wondered what made it so hard to Americans to describe carefully what was happening. You needed to go to a Russian…