The writer had been a perfect crazed-wits, Elminster decided early on, and paranoid to boot. What little magic the Netherese mage had set down was twisted by the periodic ravings of a tenuous sanity and by the suspicion-driven cloaking of facts in a torturous maze of codes, obtuse jargon, deliberate misinformation, and mystical gibberish. The obvious intent was to conceal magical truths from unauthorized readers--all relatively sane wizards, for instance.
Some time later, when the movement began to fall apart, now left alone Andrey Lazarchuk have concisely and clearly set forth the point:
«Realism postulates: the world is material, knowable and can be described. Literature gives the picture of this world. Speculative Fiction postulates: the world is material, knowable and can be described. Literature conducts experiments on this world.
Turborealism postulates: the world is material, but known to us mostly through descriptions made by others. We are unable to tell the objective truth from its distortions and interpretations. Literature gives the picture of this world».
The wording corresponded to my own views so well that I immediately slapped on the book Scarlet Aura of the Archcommunist - at which I have plodded away at the time - the label «turbofantasy». When the puzzled readers asked to explain what it is and how do you eat it, [I] have answered more or less thusly:
«As we know, turborealism postulates impossibility of discerning the truth from the lie. Turbofantasy, on the contrary, postulates impossibility of discerning the lie from the truth. Here's the whole difference».
