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Carregando... On the Golden Porchde Tatyana Tolstaya
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Thirteen stories--by the first woman in years to rank among Russia's most important writers--celebrate courage and the will to endure among the people who live on the periphery of society but who dream with a redeeming passion. From the Trade Paperback edition. Não foram encontradas descrições de bibliotecas. |
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Google Books — Carregando... GênerosClassificação decimal de Dewey (CDD)891.7344Literature Literature of other languages Literature of east Indo-European and Celtic languages Russian and East Slavic languages Russian fiction USSR 1917–1991 Late 20th century 1917–1991Classificação da Biblioteca do Congresso dos E.U.A. (LCC)AvaliaçãoMédia:
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Tolstaya's frame of reference is, as it was in the masterful [The Slynx], the mating of imagination and reality. Neither is the nicer one, for the former is depression, fear, the worst breed of lie, while the latter is cold, starvation, and the unthinking forging ahead that keeps the means of thought blooded and bleeding. Child, woman, man, all follow a line between fate and fiction in their respective lives that all too often leads to the banal dead end.
What keeps it moving is the prose, an irreverent mix of internal and exterior that manages, despite the constant trend between thirteen stories, never to drown the eye in its lush enclosure. Scenes with every sight and sound and scent and texture are set in a single sentence, thoughts unravel into the mundane walk through the grimy streets and envelop it up again, people puppet themselves along their half-won dreams and half-hearted reticence, much as any mortal yearns for flight and loathes to chance the plunge. Sometimes, though, unseen and unsearched, the cliff comes up under their feet, and the change in train or word, death or life, simpering nobody or used-to-be somebody, shoves them on their unknown way.
My favorite of the thirteen was "A Clean Sheet", the clearest illustration of what price the empathetic, sick with their blossoming yearning, often think they'd be willing to pay for its excision. Venerated as psychopathy is by the patriarchy, it is not for everyone.
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