The title of Victor Pelevin’s 2011 novel stands for ‘Special Newsreel/Universal Feature Film’. This product is made by the narrator, who pilots his hi-tech camera without leaving his room, propped up against cushions. The corpulent Damilola Karpov lives in Byzantion, or Big Byz, an ‘offglobe’ hovering over what’s left of the old world after the collapse of its superpowers and other apocalyptic events. Down below is a country called Urkaine (the apparent misspelling is a pun on a slang Russian word for ‘criminal’), populated by drunks and ruled by gangsters, its symbol a golden ‘spastika’, its economic goal ‘to catch up with and overtake Big Byz in terms of major stock indices’. Every now and again, Big Byz provokes a war in Urkaine, using professionals like Damilola, who cross warfare with video techniques to make news clips — aka snuff films — of events they orchestrate themselves.
Urkaine reacts to Big Byz and its interventions with a ‘meticulously balanced blend of servile submission and rabid hatred’. There is a lot to hate about this PC-obsessed utopia where the age of consent has been raised to 46 and 3D simulations have almost completely replaced life. Damilola, a typical creative, has taken out a hefty mortgage to buy a ‘sura’, or surrogate wife, a human-like doll whose settings he often plays with, increasing the level of ‘bitchiness’ or ‘spirituality’ to his satisfaction. The world according to Pelevin may have gone mindless but not godless: everyone worships Manitou, as well as manitou, the latter meaning both ‘monitor’ and ‘money’.
Pelevin’s hallmark puns, dating back to his days as a copywriter, abound in the book: Damilola’s company is called DK V-Arts & All; a media outlet he works for has as its slogan ‘The CINEWS of thy heart’.
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