In the depths of the university library, the manuscript of Ernest Hemingway's first novel, which had disappeared without a trace, accidentally fell into your hands. What will you do? If you are a diligent student, you will publish it and devote your whole life to painstaking analysis, hiding in the shadow of a literary genius. But you are not so ambitious - and you will appropriate the manuscript, publishing it under your own name, burn the original, leaving the last page as a souvenir, and become the greatest writer of our time, a favorite character of snobbish criticism and the yellow press, the embodiment of fabulous success. And, having achieved recognition, you will find that your existence has turned into an endless nightmare, the author of which is unknown and unimportant. The question “who wrote this?” no longer arises - plagiarism has become a way of life, authorship has outgrown the author, plunging the world into chaos and sticky horror, and in the end only the death of the author - the person and the idea - is possible. So, who wrote this? Jonathon Keats, novelist, critic and conceptual artist. "Hemingway's Chimeras" - for the first time in Russian and any other language.