Publisher's Synopsis
There seems to be a somewhat cooler, indeterminate earthiness infusing the Russian experience... that may be capable of influencing the trajectory of the West. Perhaps Russia's long-suffering mission still stands firm in the caliginous forests of the Siberian taiga: quietly recalling humankind from the apparent abyss of an alienated subjectivity that haunts our modern self-understanding... that seems to be marching us mindlessly to global collapse. Perhaps this more primal Russian apperception can call us back to that feral memory trace lingering viscerally within, helping us recall our essential rootedness - 'our flesh, the flesh of the world.'
