One of my areas of interest is Russian literature of the early twentieth century and its demise following the Russian revolution of 1917. Most of the great literature was written before the revolution or afterwards in emigration by people like Georgy Ivanov (1894-1958). Ivanov was critical, possibly unfairly, of those who stayed behind, and there... Continue Reading →
Getting better – not if Boris has his way
"And how are you today? Are you feeling all right?" "Couldn't feel better, Doc. Thanks." "Good. Good. But you do realise it hasn't gone away." "No, I feel great." "Unfortunately this is one of those illnesses you can never get out of your system." "Look, Doctor, I feel better than I did. Even before I... Continue Reading →