It may be tasteless, but above all it is shockingly anti-literary. In other words: it is literature! Nor should its side effects be ignored: it is a great vaccine with life-long efficacy. It is also sickening, meaning that it can jump-start your lust for life, the same way like you feel better after vomiting. This is the right time for The Brown Book, because times are bad. Everyone is fucking everyone else: Halík is fucking Jesus and Donutil is fucking God knows who. Maybe the Dalai Lama? Anyone who takes offense will either get over it or go mad. Few things can be more idiotic than The Brown Book, which is quite a success but of course not enough on its own. The important thing is that, at a time when we are drowning in pus and vomit and have giving up all resistance, you can have good time and – for example, what helps me recover from shock is to lean forwards slightly – maybe you can squeeze something more out of it (Sláva Sobotovičová).
***Brown books wrapped in dark plastic cover