Alexander Prokhanov — the aging ultranationalist novelist, editor, and chief ideologue of Russian imperial mysticism — has seen his latest book, Lemner, abruptly vanish from store shelves. It was printed, advertised, distributed across Russia, and then suddenly recalled. Bookstores received quiet instructions to return all copies. State television, which once glorified him, now pretends he doesn’t exist.
The reason is both banal and profound: Prokhanov’s fictionalized portrayal of Yevgeny Prigozhin and the Kremlin elite revealed power as grotesque, delusional, and decaying. Even without naming names, everyone recognized the shadows behind the characters — and in one of them, the unmistakable reflection of dictator Vladimir Putin himself.
The self-drawn illustrations in Lemner are no less disturbing than the text itself. Cartoonish soldiers with haunted eyes, flaming skies, and surreal machinery create an apocalyptic parody of the very ideology Prokhanov once glorified.
The loyal mythmaker had spoken too clearly. And in doing so, he exposed something larger than a literary scandal: the beginning of the end of Russia’s ideological universe.