Uspeshnyj moskovskij izdatel otpravljaet zhenu v roddom i ostaetsja naedine s soboj. V odin iz dushnykh vecherov iz-za nelepoj sluchajnosti ego zhizn vnezapno rushitsja. Okazavshis v podvale neizvestnogo vostochnogo goroda, on pytaetsja ponjat, chto s nim sluchilos - i kak obresti novuju zhizn. Dlja etogo emu predstoit bezhat iz plena i projti put, gde podlinnost chuzhikh realnostej sosedstvuet s fantazijami, zhestokimi i sladostnymi. "Fes" - roman-videnie, roman-labirint. Otchet o puteshestvii, kotoroe predstoit kazhdomu.
Fez felt promising at times: a man who's brought his wife to the maternity hospital suddenly disappears from his Moscow apartment then finds himself held prisoner in a dreary basement. Maybe in Fez. But not in a fez, though one appears later in the book. Fez isn't just a parallel reality book, it's a spiritual parallel reality book about life, death, and journeys that includes a bit of formal experimentation... and I'm afraid most everything (i.e. the spiritual "it" and the formal "it") felt rather stale to me, despite some nice imagery and humor.