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Eugenia Kononenko in her book A Word of a Kind encroaches on the sacred. She doubts that the origin precedes the essence. Yes, the origins of words, their genera, sometimes contain meanings that no one remembers anymore. But don't those archaic meanings get lost in modern speech? And aren't the same meanings expressed in completely different words in a different language? Yevheniia Kononenko is a translator, so she knows well how difficult it can be to find words in your native language that would optimally convey the meanings expressed in the original language. To do this, you need words of a completely different kind.

«A Word of a Kind» is a collection of (autobiographical) essays written at the intersection of fiction and essayism, truth and mythology. But this is an autobiographical section that is not supported by any documents. Only photographs. But nothing lies like family photographs, which, according to Susan Sontag, were mass-produced when the very institution of the family was fundamentally shaken. This book is not just about the mystery of creation, writing, feminists and Christians, the Shrew and earthly men, children and parents, love and affection, hatred and betrayal, metaphysics and sex in the toilet. This is a metatext about originality, one's own and one's kind, the words of one's closest ones, which a person absorbs from childhood because he or she lives in such a rich picture of the world of language and the silent at the same time.