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Bourgeois Individuality

It’s impossible here in Russia not to acknowledge my¬†bourgeois background. This morning, a rainy one, I lingered happily over my luxurious breakfast in a lovely room. The rain splattered outside, inside white table cloths, linen napkins, friendly waitresses willing to … Continue reading

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The exemplary sentence

I am lucky to have read three excellent books in a row, Monsieur Monde Vanishes, by Georges Simenon in a new translation by Jean Stewart,¬†My Brilliant Friend by Elena Ferrante (translated by Ann Goldstein), and The Other Language, a book … Continue reading

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