A gonzo account of life as a "stalker"-a shadowy thrill-seeker haunting the Chornobyl exclusion zone after dark, sneaking past the guards and scaling radio masts. Kamysh's throbbing, fragmentary prose offers heart-stopping insight into what drives those who choose to trespass in dangerous places: reckless abandon in abandoned places
- Cal Flyn, author of Islands of Abandonment,
Stalking the Atomic City is a brilliant, angry, witty, passionate book about the end of the future and what happens afterwards - Tarkovsky meets Hunter S. Thompson. Read it
- Kevin Power, author of White City,
Kamysh has made us understand why he thinks the zone around Chornobyl is so special, why - because of its desolate serenity, and the freedom it grants from the strictures of normal life - it may even be worth dying for. No mean feat... Remarkable
Guardian
An existential travel guide and an experiment in gonzo psychogeography, it stirs obvious comparisons with Hunter S Thompson... mesmerising
Telegraph
A poetic rush to madness... shockingly real, recounted in a stunning, original voice as lyrical as it is unnerving
- Alan Weisman, author of The World Without Us,
Stark, surreal... A visceral, graphic report from dystopia
Kirkus Reviews
A fantastic account of the reality of disaster... A true backpacker's guide for disaster tourists
L'Humanité
In the shadow of catastrophe, Markiyan Kamysh writes with all of youth's wayward lyricism, like a nuclear Kerouac
- Rob Doyle, author of Threshold,
A voice that must be heard
- Patti Smith (via Instagram),
A hypnotic work of impressions, facts and photographs, documenting Kamysh's decade underground. Its timing could not be more pertinent
Irish Times
An intimate, lived-in account of a ruined landscape and the people who find themselves drawn to it... a haunting, immersive read
Words Without Borders
Grimly fascinating insights... a memorable read
Independent
An extraordinary window on Chernobyl
New Scientist
Blunt, bare, ecstatic... [Stalking the Atomic City] has a rare quality of revelation about it and hums with a kind of exhaustedly beautiful intensity.
Quietus