Showing posts with label Russian Literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Russian Literature. Show all posts

Sunday, 15 November 2020

Book Review: The Fires of Autumn by Irène Némirovsky

The Fires of Autumn The Fires of Autumn by Irène Némirovsky
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

It took me a but to get into this book as the opening for me had too much detail and I wasn’t the least bit interested in the domesticity it portrayed.
As the story went on it got better in term of engagement but I disliked both Bernard – spoilt brat – and Thérèse who is in many ways not a woman who appeals to me, but is of her time in her dependency, although we see her strength as she finally does something brave and constructive and takes the family out of Paris to the safety of the countryside. Although the happy ending did fill me with emotion , I thought it played a bit too much to the romantic Hollywood version of life.

The writing good have done from a good edit – to give but one example, things like saying a man walked down the street carrying a loaf of bread and then explaining it was a baguette – unnecessary detail, repetitive, we all know what a baguette is, a loaf of a baguette would suffice , both was a waste and spoilt the flow and my read.

It has been years since I read Suite Francaise, so comparing it is tricky but I would say I think it is a lesser read. Now whether it would make a better film is another question, as the movie was not well done.

In conclusion, if you are a Nemirovsoky fan or student, yes read; if in the current time you're looking for a good happy weep and like period pieces yes read; otherwise move on

Saturday, 27 January 2018

Review: The Queen of Spades by Alexander Pushkin

The Queen of Spades The Queen of Spades by Alexander Pushkin
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This story of obession and risk is available via Project Gutenburg.

In 1830 St Petersburg, Prince Tomsky tells his gambling friends the story of the still secret card strategy of his 87 year old grandmother, the Countess Anna Fedotovna, which had been used in her youth to recoup her massive gambling losses. The down side of this is that the "trick" can be used only once. Sitting with them is Hermann, son of a German immigrant, who never plays not wishing "to sacrifice the necessaries of life for uncertain superfluities." However he throws caution to the wind when he hears about this guaranteed "sure thing" and becomes obessed with breaking the odds at the card table and winning big. What lengths wil he go to in order to feed his obession?

***SPOILER ALERT***The Countess in her aged forgetfullness has a ward whom she treats more like a servant companion, Lizaveta Ivanovna and Hermann devices a way to wangle himself into the Countess' house via a supposed show of affectionate letter writing to Lizaveta. Unfortunately once in front of the Countess, she promptly dies.

Following the funeral her ghost appears to Hermann and names to cards he should play - three, seven, Ace - on condition he marry Lizaveta, never gamble again, and play on one card a night on three consecutive nights. Using his inheritance, he does this. On the first two nights he bets high and wins big. On the third, he again places his bet on the turn of one card, but when he turns his card to match the card dealt he finds it is not the expected Ace but is instead the Queen of Spades. Hermann is in shock, and hallucinating that the Queen looks like the Countess Hermann thinks she "smiles ironically and winks here eye at him". This sends him mad and he is eventually confined to the asylum where he is heard obessively repeating "Three, seven Ace. Three, seven, Queen"

This is a story about life's unpredictability. Hermann is intially content to watch others living, having fun. He does not participate fuly in life until he thinks he has a way to crack the odds, to eliminate the risk, which of course one never can.

ashramblings verdict *4 A classic short story by one of the genre's masters

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