“If Hunter S. Thompson were to write a Lonely Planet Guide to the Zone, it might sound something like Stalking the Atomic City—but Kamysh’s range is broader, his perceptions and language more nuanced.”
—Elizabeth T. Gray, Jr, The Harvard Review
“Remarkable.”
—The Guardian (UK)
‘”Grimly fascinating insights … a memorable read.”
—Independent
“An extraordinary window on Chernobyl.”
—New Scientist
“An existential travel guide and an experiment in gonzo psychogeography, it stirs obvious comparisons with Hunter S Thompson … mesmerising.”
—Telegraph
“In “Stalking the Atomic City,” Mr. Kamysh gives an impressionistic account of sneaking into and guiding daring travelers around the Exclusion Zone. […] His book’s subtitle—“Life Among the Decadent and the Depraved of Chornobyl”—winks at Hunter S. Thompson’s zany report on the 1970 Kentucky Derby, and the book’s set pieces are appropriately gonzo…The voice of the “Chornobyl underground in literature” approaches his calling with a smirking fatalism.”
—Benjamin Shull, The Wall Street Journal
“Every once in a while, I’ll read something about tourists venturing into the area around Chornobyl for a day or two, and the effect is somewhat dizzying. Markiyan Kamysh’s new book is infinitely more so—this is an intimate, lived-in account of a ruined landscape and the people who find themselves drawn to it. It’s a haunting, immersive read.”
—Tobias Carroll, Words Without Borders
“…the rot and ruin of Stalking the Atomic City is rendered in gorgeous prose that highlights the sublime beauty of its toxic setting.”
—CrimeReads
“Stalking the Atomic City is a brilliant, angry, witty, passionate book about the end of the future and what happens afterwards — Tarkovsky meets Hunter S. Thompson. Read it.”
—Kevin Power, author of White City
“A voice that must be heard.”
—Patti Smith
“The exhilaration of the intrepid trespasser sings throughout this crass, funky ode to an addiction to living in the realm of desolation.”
—Peggy Kurkowski, Shelf Awareness
“In the shadow of catastrophe, Markiyan Kamysh writes with all of youth’s wayward lyricism, like a nuclear Kerouac.”
—Rob Doyle, author of Threshold
“A gonzo account of life as a ‘stalker’—a shadowy thrill-seeker haunting the Chornobyl exclusion zone after dark, sneaking past the guards and scaling radio masts. Kamysh’s throbbing, fragmentary prose offers heart-stopping insight into what drives those who choose to trespass in dangerous places: reckless abandon in abandoned places.”
—Cal Flyn, author of Islands of Abandonment
“Evocative… a stark metaphor for post-Soviet depravity…. Captures the zone’s strange mix of beauty and bleakness with precision. A captivating study of ‘the most exotic place on earth’.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Not since Malcolm Lowry’s Under the Volcano have I been so enthralled by such a poetic rush to madness. But that was fiction: Markiyan Kamysh’s epic immersion in this dread symbol of humanity’s self-inflicted undoing is shockingly real, recounted in a stunning, original voice as lyrical as it is unnerving.”
—Alan Weisman, author of The World Without Us and Countdown
“A visceral, graphic report from dystopia.”
—Kirkus Reviews
“Although the sad and dark atmosphere of the Zone might suggest a merciless chronicle of the ghosts that the Chornobyl disaster released into history, Kamysh is moving, escalating with maturity the register of his language from energetic to ardent, melancholy theology.”
—Corriere della Sera
“A fantastic account about the reality of disaster… With morbid fascination, Kamysh forcefully draws us through this territory of death where the memories of the Soviet Union are being gradually buried… A true backpacker’s guide for disaster tourists.”
—L’Humanité (France)
“As much a radioactive walk as a fascinating poem on the ‘destroyed’ youth who live behind the barbed wire of this irradiated space.”
—20 Minutes (France)
“A stunning book… a personal and hallucinatory account of this unique place. In the zone, no one can escape their ghosts.”
—Le Nouvel Observateur (France)
“A flamboyant story… A wild trip to the heart of a radioactive jungle.”
—Les Inrockuptibles (France)
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