To distract myself from all the sadness, I have opened up my new blog on Ukrainian literature. You can find it right here but, as I warned before, it’s in Ukrainian.
The first post is dedicated to a novel about Ukrainian Soviet writers in 1946. As I say in the linked post, the scenes of writers having publicly to confess their ideological transgressions feel surprisingly current.
Yes, the cover art tends to be really out there. This is a sad remnant of the 1990s when nobody wanted to read anything serious, so trashy, garish cover art became a norm.
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