Siberia is, by any system of qualification, a surreal concept, a wasteland larger than Europe that is veritably beyond the pale. How to explain that vast and trackless distopia, where outcasts grind out a seemingly futile existence and their goalers watch over them with a rulebook written by lunatics? In Zona, Carl De Keyzer provides unique illumination of a world incomprehensible to those who have not seen it.
Siberia is, by any system of qualification, a surreal concept, a wasteland larger than Europe that is veritably beyond the pale. How to explain that vast and trackless distopia, where outcasts grind out a seemingly futile existence and their goalers watch over them with a rulebook written by lunatics? In Zona, Carl De Keyzer provides unique illumination of a world incomprehensible to those who have not seen it.