33rd Summer

The Lover / Marguerite Duras
I thumbed through this for the first time in about 8 years. The immediacy of it…older, now I can look back at the perspective involved.

Катакомбы (За власть советов) Валентина Катаева
Я 40 страниц читал уже, а мы еще не приехали в Одессу. Платили считая слова, что ли?
Неплохо. Ну, сейчас можешь чувствовать романтисизм партыйного. Смерть моряка после бомбардировки Одессы слишком романтическая, чтобы имеет чувство. Ну, есть вот это, “Я никогда был член Партии.” Жалько, ну уважаемое в том, что это как религиозное дело для этого.

Age of Iron / J.M. Coetzee
I finished this the week of the Charleston, South Carolina massacre, an act of terrorism against the black population in our country. It was also the week my grandmother died. We’re all searching for a language. But there really isn’t one for all the violence in the world. We’re lucky if it spares us. Often, that luck has to do with the color of one’s skin. We can change language, which might change hearts, which will change laws. We can change that, at least.

The Book of Aron / Jim Shepard
Research novels seem to be a difficult thing. Today a radio broadcast of an ’89 interview with E.L. Doctorow made some sense. Doctorow makes things up. And he says that we all make things up. Our whole lives, the way we look at ourselves, are mostly made up, if not by us by others. With those historical figures about whom he writes, he says that there were already fictions about them with which he could work. Anyways, we Americans know Korczak so little. And this is an original take on a subject with a lot of shelf space in the book store.

“Пальто с хлястиком” Михаила Шишкина (Детский мир)
Ой, такой интересный хороший рассказ, какая любовь к матери и драма и печаль. Шишкин опять связывает высокое с низким. Поэтому так понравился его Венерин волос, что написал о нём эссей.

“Dad Thing” / Jonathan Durbin (Electric Literature)

“How to Tell if a Student in Your Beginning Poetry Class Is a Russian Spy” / Olga Zilberbourg (Mad Hatters’ Review)
An oldie but a goodie from my friend, Olga.

Очень чувствительный…

Мои открытие Америки Владимира Маяковского
Детройт такой несчастный всегда был.

Last Night I Dreamed of Peace: the Diary of Dang Thuy Tram
There is something about this voice, the fact that it barely survived to be in readers’ hands, that’s frighteningly beautiful. She is both a girl and a real-life warrior at the same moment.
Such a feeling for the Party. I almost want to stop reading, now that she has become a member. It could have been like a religious conviction, paradoxically impossible to reach, despite the believer’s striving.

Одноэтажная Америка Илфа и Петрова
Я открыл и читал немного про “гайбалы” с Хемингуеем в Ню-Ёрке. А переворачывал страницы до главы по имени “Дирборн”!!! Где я родился.

The Big Green Tent / Liudmila Ulitskaya
Read Of Translation and Politics in Russian Literature