Our hero now begins to tremble for everything – he fears for the fate of his wife and daughter, for the real texture of things, for the undermining of truth, for the disorientation of the world, for the power of manipulation, for the impending collapse of liberal democracy, for the monstrous white tribalism, for the revival of German mysticism, about the coming end — and fall in love with Anton, this nihilistic, ironic, Mephistopheles activist of the alt-right subculture, to a self-destructive degree.

Meat for the Wolves, successfully translated into our language, is the latest Kafkaesque horror novel of the 21st century. An asthmatic study in madness and at the same time a literary Matrix, this is a book that can be read in one sitting, with ever-increasing interest, but which encourages you to read it again as soon as you finish it. In fact, despite presenting or hinting at the black theater of extremes associated with social networks, the dark Internet, racism, the turbulent intrusion of Hamo, this novel is distinguished by great love for the person and confidence in his future. Everything will be fine in the end though.