Maxim Alexandrovich Osipov is a Russian writer and cardiologist. His short stories and essays have won a number of prizes, and his plays have been staged and broadcast on the radio in Russia.
Osipov made his literary debut in 2007, in the journal Znamya, with a lyrical essay on his experiences in Tarusa. His fiction and non-fiction have been collected in six Russian-language volumes and translated into 18 languages. His debut collection in English, Rock, Paper, Scissors, and Other Stories, translated by Boris Dralyuk, Alex Fleming, and Anne Marie Jackson, appeared in April 2019 from NYRB Classics.
Literary style
In an interview with Daniel Medin, published in the Los AngelesReview of Books, Osipov explained his affinity for shorter forms: "I think that short stories, even long short stories, can be closer to poetry than to novels. It’s not the subject matter that I find central to short fiction, but style and form, which far exceed content in their importance. Being deeply knowledgeable about your material — in my case, about medicine and, to a lesser extent, religion, music, theater, politics, even chess — is not essential, however much it may help." In the same interview, he spoke of the role of music in his life, as well as of its influence on his approach to writing: "I’m not the first to observe that music is the greatest teacher of composition in any art, including writing. There are many similarities between short stories and musical sonatas. Both last between 15 and 40 minutes. They 'make nothing happen,' as Auden said of poetry. When we listen to a sonata for the first time the purpose is to decide whether we want to listen to it again or not. The same should occur when you read a short story." Nobel laureateSvetlana Alexievich writes of the lingering impact of his stories: "When you delve into Osipov’s texts you see that they are deceptively simple, just like Shalamov’s: Behind this childish ordinariness there lies a hidden chasm. The whole time they leave you thinking how difficult it is to love humanity — wonderful, repulsive, and terrifying as it is — but in order to stay human, that’s exactly what you must do: You must love man. Your soul is restless — it is thinking. To inspire such thoughts — that’s something that only true literature can do."