It's hard to blog with frozen fingers. The driver actually waited for the two people who were struggling to get the ticket machine to work fast enough to make the early Saturday morning train- 15 minute intervals in wet freezing air. A minor miracle.
Off to work overtime, I am starting back on "The Married Man" after finishing the Gessen book last night and Tove Jansson's The True Deceiver the night before.
Jansson manages to compress seething emotions and explosive interactions into so few words, it's scary. Really intense reading. There's a lesbian subtext in this novel, like The Haunting of Hill House, but nothing explicit like the last one I read. (Name escaing me, two artists living together.)
The book about Putim, The Man Without a Face, is kind of a wild ride- much like Russian history and novels, things just get worse and worse... It is a good primer for reading the current news from there, with more depth of understanding of what's really going on beyond the headlines. Honestly, it makes one scared to write a review with any substance, and even more scared for the author. Being out in Moscow with three dependent children is dangerous enough at this time...
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