Patmutʻiwn Hayotsʻ Book

This book is hard to categorize. Its Bitov's musings on his travels in Armenia and Georgia. Everything relates back to his relationship with Russia, and his relationships with other people. He takes a lot of time on human interest, and spends some time digressing on human existence and other such matters of authors and everything around him. I suppose its a travel log. Its also a very personal memoir. I think his writing is fantastic, he is great with words, but the digressive style really grated on me, also sometimes it seemed like a bit much, and some of the tangents . This is really very creative free writing the structure is there but its as if he has purposely chosen to ignore it. I would read something by this author again though, he is a great writer.