- This book is about Andrey Tarkovsky, famous russian film director and written by his course mate, Alexander Gordon, also film director not even closely succesfull as Tarkovsky, husband of Tarkovsky' sister
- few words about "course mate" thing, which slightely connects me to the story: Diring USSR era there were practically only one film school here called VGIK for all the professions in the film industry. This way of things pretty much stays the same right now, with the exception that there are tons of other new private film schools, but their value on the job market equals zero.
- Inside VGIK (that film school) there were (and is) system of "masterskaya" - masterships or maybe workshops, don't know right translation. Basically it looked like that: state appointed one, old venerable film director, loyal to the system of course, he picks 15-20 people and teaches them his arts, after graduation (usually only half or less gets to this part) gets permanent job on one of the main studios and gets production. Some of those venerable mentors were good, some awfull, but the best one was Mikhail Romm. Not so great as a film director, but greatest teacher. Literally every good Russian director of that era (50-70) was his student, Tarkovsky included (I'm deemed as Romm's "grandson", because we were teached by a group of his students).
- This book is written by a man who attended same "masterskaya" as Tarkovsky, filmed several shorts with him as a co-director and married his sister.
-Book doesn't claim to be a fully documented biography, it's his view of the person, his interconnections with him.
-I practically never read a book as badly written as this one. He cannot write a paragraph with simple words, only humane. Lack of details where you want them, excessive details on his, Gordon's "poetic" view of the events, which is of course not even slightely poetic.
- as the result he fails at his declared goal - to tell about his work and relationships with Tarkovsky, because of his obvious writer ambition (first book, he is in the late 70s), but his writer ambition cannot succeed cause he sucks as a writer.