Such amazing filth. Such delicious dirt. Such incredible malice. Yet, there is real beauty and sentiment to be found in this Diary of a Loser.

This book came into my hands by chance and I started reading it without knowing anything about [a:Limonov|7690483|Limonov|https://s.gr-assets.com/assets/nophoto/user/u_50x66-632230dc9882b4352d753eedf9396530.png], but I'm so happy that I got to feast on this little book.

Limonov presents himself as a fictional (?) Russian character emigrated to New York in very short, but often incredibly harsh diary entries. His mind is dealing with paedophilic, sadistic and murderous thoughts, he reminisces about his relationship with society, his sex partners, his parents. He looks like a harmless, nice poet trying to make a living, but harbouring thoughts and ideas of a most vicious nature.

The book ended far to soon for me, because even though this is not a classic novel, it does read like a page turner and manages to paint a full picture of the psychology of an intrinsically melancholic character that you can't help but hate to love. ( )