Someone Else's Life

Elena Dolgopyat was born and raised in the USSR, trained as a computer programmer in a Soviet military facility, and retrained as a cinematographer post-Perestroika. Fusing her diverse experiences with her own sensitivities and preoccupations, and weaving throughout a colourful thread of magic realism, she has produced an unsettling group of fifteen stories all concerned in some way with the theme of estrangement. Elena herself, in an interview given at the time of the book?s launch, said, ?Into each of these stories is woven the motif that one?s life is ?alien?. It is as if you are separate from your own life and someone else is living it. You feel either that your own life is ?other?, or you experience a yearning for a life you have not led, an envy for some other life.? In his introduction to the collection, Leonid Yuzefovich writes, ?Each of Elena Dolgopyat?s stories ? painfully stirs the soul with a sense of the fragility, the evanescence, even, of human existence ? in her quiet voice, she is telling us of ?the multicoloured underside of life?. She is telling us of things that matter to us all.?

Elena Dolgopyat was born and raised in the USSR, trained as a computer programmer in a Soviet military facility, and retrained as a cinematographer post-Perestroika. Fusing her diverse experiences with her own sensitivities and preoccupations, and weaving throughout a colourful thread of magic realism, she has produced an unsettling group of fifteen stories all concerned in some way with the theme of estrangement. Elena herself, in an interview given at the time of the book’s launch, said, ‘Into each of these stories is woven the motif that one’s life is “alien”. It is as if you are separate from your own life and someone else is living it. You feel either that your own life is “other”, or you experience a yearning for a life you have not led, an envy for some other life.’ In his introduction to the collection, Leonid Yuzefovich writes, ‘Each of Elena Dolgopyat’s stories … painfully stirs the soul with a sense of the fragility, the evanescence, even, of human existence … in her quiet voice, she is telling us of “the multicoloured underside of life”. She is telling us of things that matter to us all.’