After almost 3 months of daily writing of my very first completely honest and direct work of scholarship in Ukrainian, I have no idea how I will go back to the cautious efforts to sneak in some glimmer of truth that the scholarship in English always is and the scholarship in Spanish is becoming more and more.
I went to lunch with a friend and she asked what if nobody wants to publish my book in Ukraine. I said I don’t even care at this point because the experience of writing complete, unadorned truth is nothing short of narcotic. It’s like being in a loveless, stunted marriage, and then falling in love and discovering what heights human love can reach.
Of course, the irony of having left Ukraine 25 years ago to experience freedom of the intellect and now having to go back to Ukraine in search of it isn’t lost on me.
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