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Divorced alcoholic takes up a job at the Pushkin Hills tourist site. He is a failed writer. Some really good prose here and some very funny moments. I wish we got more out of the supporting characters but I guess it is better to leave them wanting more. Second Russian book in a row I've read where the description of the hard drinking makes my stomach turn. Weary eyes, foul taste in your mouth and a headache to end all headaches.
"The only honest path is the path of mistakes, disappointments and hopes. Life is the discovery of the boundaries of good and evil through personal experience. There is no other way. I have arrived somewhere...I think it's not too late..."
"All my life I had detested active behavior of any kind. To my ear, the word "activist" sounds like an insult. I lived in the passive voice, so to speak, allowing circumstances to take the lead. This help me find justification for everything."
Provincal Russia for some reason is one of those mystical places for me. Funny characters and always something going on.
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