About

Ran Gares

Though the name appeared suddenly, its echo reaches back to a distant youth.
My identity is an imagined image — and what stands behind it.

Ran did not become a writer in a single day. It was a slow, almost imperceptible transformation. Since youth, he wrote short stories — mostly for himself, as a way to escape from a mad world.

It seems… we missed the stop where one could safely step off the platform.

Some of those youthful notes later grew into full-fledged storylines. That is how the novel 2437 was born. Yet it was far from the first…

The debut book still lies behind the curtain. Infantile, naïve, with the soul of a freshman afraid to step on stage. Waiting, gathering courage…

Meanwhile, he plunged into other dimensions: dystopia, psychological experiments, ironic satire. At times, adding a touch of philosophy, leaving space for questions that have no answers.

Definitely keeps a diary

The purpose of writing

The best escape from reality is to create your own. Absurd, crooked, unsettling, yet sincere. One that won’t gather dust, but will carve itself into memory and be felt.

I am not interested in direct answers. Only questions without a final period. What happens after a catastrophe? Is ethics possible in conditions of survival? Where does the boundary end if no one can see it?

Dystopias where the main enemy is not the system, but the angle of perception. Thrillers where psychology is not a tool, but a battlefield. Satire that laughs not at the world, but at the way we perceive it.

A writer is not a profession. It is a reaction to the world.

Mosaic of Worlds

There is no shared hero in these books. There is a shared question: what if you cross the line?

One book takes you into a post-apocalyptic world, where civilization has vanished, yet the sense of guilt remains. Everyone around is happy — but not with that kind of happiness. Another book transports you to a distant galaxy, inhabited by beings who know no limits.

Both are dystopias. But one speaks to the reader in the language of philosophy, the other in the language of satire. In one — a desire to regain what was lost. In the other — the fear that everything is too good.

Yet each leaves its mark. And if it is hard to wash away — the goal has been achieved.

At least finish the second one

What’s Next

Ahead lie three new books.
One is ready but needs a fresh perspective. Another already has a strong beginning, yet the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t very bright. The third is barely scraping the resin off the Black Mirror to reveal itself.

These stories already have a solid framework, but they are waiting for careful finishing touches.