The Four Deaths and One Resurrection of Fyodor Mikhailovich by Zoran Živković

 


Surprise! He's back...again!

The Four Deaths and One Resurrection of Fyodor Mikhailovich is Zoran Živković's twenty-fourth novel containing the Serbian author's signature Middle-European fantastica in the tradition of Mikhail Bulgakov's The Head of a Dog and Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis, yet written with the light touch and charm of Roald Dahl's James and the Giant Peach.

Why the surprise? Here's the skinny: In 2022, after a six-year hiatus since his last novel, Zoran Živković wrote The White Room where, in the closing pages, his muse tells Zoran (yes, the author has written himself into his own novel) that she is closing down the white room, that is, the part of his mind that served as artistic inspiration for his numerous works of fiction. Consequently, The Write Room was assumed to be his final piece. However, here we are in 2024, and the white room has reopened. Ah, the muse can be fickle.

Some years ago, when I wrote a review of Compartments, my very first of the author's novels, I enthusiastically proclaimed that Zoran Živković is a great storyteller — an absolute joy to read, creating tales that are charming, captivating, beguiling, dazzling, mesmerizing, and full of surprises at every turn. Having subsequently written a comprehensive review for each of the other twenty-two Zoran Živković novels, I can assure you I have not changed my opinion in the least; if anything, my appreciation for his fiction has soared.

Likewise, with The Four Deaths and One Resurrection of Fyodor Mikhailovich, a short novel containing all of Zoran's storytelling magic along with addressing the ultimate questions we face as humans. And why Dostoyevsky? The reason is simple. For Zoran, Fyodor Dostoyevsky is the master of the ultimate question — things like: Where did we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going?

Turning to the story itself, in the first chapter, The Park, we join none other than Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky as he trudges through a blizzard to meet a friend when he unexpectedly finds himself at the edge of a park. In an attempt to save time, Fyodor decides to cross through the park. He takes a dozen steps and begins to see a point of light. He walks toward the light and, upon reaching it, discovers it's a gaslight atop a lamp post, forming a small circle of light on the snow-covered ground.

The moment Fyodor steps into the circle, a short, bundled-up older man with tiny eyes behind small, round, wire-framed glasses appears, huffing and puffing. This older gent informs Fyodor that it's good he found him. He then asks Fyodor if he's seen him. Fyodor, in turn, asks, 'Who?' The gent orders Fyodor not to leave and announces there's a really big disturbance happening, and time is of the essence. He races off but not before beseeching Fyodor that if he shows up, he must detain him - and Fyodor will recognize him.

Fyodor is understandably confused, completely baffled. He reasons any older man who runs around chasing someone in a blizzard must be with the secret police. But he soon learns things are not nearly as rational and straightforward as one would suppose. First off, he hears a voice he recognizes as his own. Words are exchanged. The older gent reappears but quickly runs off, still on his manhunt. Then, the truly impossible: Fyodor sees his perfect double emerge into the lighted area. Here's a snatch of their conversation at the point where a shocked Fyodor asks:

“Who are you?"
Fyodor Mikhailovich, a writer, just like you.”
“But... but... that is not possible.”
“That's exactly what I said back on the town square. And yet it is.”
“Wait, this is just like my novelette - The Double. But The Double is fantastika. It can't be real. Am I perhaps just dreaming all this?”
“If you were dreaming, you would wake up after this question. That's the way it always is. Something else is happening. Reality is more fantastic than you can ever possibly imagine.”

That last sentence bears repeating: Reality is more fantastic than you can ever possibly imagine. Fyodor quickly discovers just how fantastic when his double informs him that he, Fyodor, is not his only double, but that he has countless doubles from countless worlds. And, if this shocking revelation isn't enough for poor Fyodor, when the older gent returns to join the two Fyodors, he isn't alone. He's brought along a third Fyodor! What happens in the concluding pages of The Park following this extraordinary meeting is for each reader to discover. One additional observation: Reflecting on that older gent with his wire-framed glasses might suggest that, once again, Zoran Živković wrote himself into his own novel.

As for the next three parts of Zoran's novel - The Restaurant Car, The Psychiatrist's Office, and The Turkish Bath - I dare not disclose too much. However, I can say that readers will be charmed and enchanted by actual characters from the great Russian novelist's masterpieces making a flesh-and-blood appearance, sophisticated computer simulations, and the presence of AI, all playing vital roles in the unfolding.

The Four Deaths and One Resurrection of Fyodor Mikhailovich is a sheer joy. I highly recommend to both seasoned fans and those new to the Serbian author.


Serbian author Zoran Živković, born 1948

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