P/F BY ARAM PACHYAN
P/F is a fragmental, experimental novel with modulations characteristic of zen Buddhism Koans. Old and new Yerevan, the river Getar, the vanished tram and the “lonely” man, who tries to find himself in the city of his fading memories, they all meet in the novel. All the fragments of the novel are linked with each other, but their order does not matter at all and is just conditional. The author dedicated the book to all his tutors of Zen Buddhism. The fragments of the novel are interconnected, but their sequence is not important, it is totally random. After the first reading the book requires another one and many more if the reader has caught the essence of it. P/F is a novel with a new approach to life and to finding answers to many of your questions.
The protagonist of the novel with the nickname P/F, who appears in the different parts of the novel, in different situations as Sev, Phil, Aram, finishes his memory book with a monologue dedicated to river Getar, which is the symbol of life.
Based on yet unpublished texts from P/F a musical vocal composition for violin and drums “Pachyan Fragments” was written by a composer Aram Hovhannisyan and was performed in Los Angeles’ “Zipper Hall” on 22nd of February, 2015.
In her essay dedicated to P/F Marine Karoyan, an artist and a musicologist, writes, “Pachyan fixes the fragments of gradually intensifying past, present and the future creeping out from behind the curtains, with Japanese techniques called Kintsugi. And this time the golden paste is Getar. Pachyan’s post play is a dedication to a river, in which he leaves his memories, love and songs. This is a song about trash, that any Rhine would have been jealous about. Like a cat liking his own wounds, the author, having equalized himself with the Getar, painlessly goes through his existential loneliness. But Aram doesn’t “ask for help” in this loneliness. He doesn’t need it. I don’t worry about him.”
Vakxikon Publishers, Greece (to be published in 2023)
Los Angeles Review of Books
“Written in truly experimental prose, it plays with the space of the page as it decries the loss of historical sense in Armenia’s capital, Yerevan, and the closing down of the city’s once fabled tramway.”