This book, set in 1930s Moscow, haunts me. Each new account of prison interrogations leaves me cold, horrified at the possibility of living in such an insane society. And I keep thinking, This isn't some futuristic nightmare tale. These are people who really existed. Writers and poets, some of whose books I have read. (Or in the case of Pasternak, have memorized the movie and play the theme on the piano. Now I really want to read his own words.)
As sad and frightening as this book is with every new chapter, I can't stay away from it. Vividly-drawn characters draw me into the story. These are passionate people who love their country, love each other, love words. But it all takes place in Stalinist Russia; I expect things to turn out badly. Doesn't matter, I want to know them for as long as I can.
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