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woundedwizard · 1 year
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it has arrived
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"war and peace is boring" bro in the first 50 pages pierre gets banished from petersburg because he tied a cop to a bear and threw them both in the river
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eleancrvances · 6 months
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andrei "doomed by the narrative" bolkonsky has been on my mind recently.
the oresteia by roberte icke / prologue by dave malloy / waltz of the 101st lightborne / war and peace (1966-7) by sergei bondarchuk / grief lessons by anne carson / sunday morning by dave malloy / lake mungo (2001) / moby dick by herman melville / empty stage by franz wright / catheryne m. valente / the triumph of achilles by louise glück / ? / grief lessons by anne carson
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deutsche-bahn · 4 months
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Petra aus dem Büro weht mit drei Kaffeetassen in der Hand an mir vorbei, hält inne, rotiert auf ihren Birkenstocks um 180°. "Die Jacke hat mein kleiner Sohn auch!" sagt sie mir, Zähne gebleckt, eventuell grinsend, vielleicht drohend. "Toll," sage ich, "die hält lange". Sie nickt begeistert, so ein Ganzkörpernicken bei dem sie bis zu den Knien mitschwingt. Ich mache mir Sorgen um den Kaffee. Währenddessen hat Petra leider Blut geleckt:"Das ist eine ganz tolle Marke für Wintersachen für meine Kids!" Ich antworte nicht und möchte kündigen. Vielleicht erkläre ich ihr einfach, dass ich Kinderjacken nur für den Kompressionseffekt trage. Oder mit Bis-Zum-Zerfall-Tragen von Kleidung was für's Klima tue. Vielleicht steche ich auch einfach ihre Autoreifen auf.
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spirngakawening · 11 months
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Anatole
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red-umbrella-811 · 1 year
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You know I want you to reblog this so I get more answers
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intj-greenwords · 6 months
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Another crossover between two of my current substacks
6 November Whale Weekly:
Ishmael alludes to the French soldiers caught in the grasp of winter
"... even as the French soldiers in the Russian campaign turned their dead horses into tents, and crawled into them."
7 November War and Peace:
The winter frosts begin, plaguing the fleeing French army.
"... when the frosts began, the flight of the French assumed a still more tragic character, with men freezing, or roasting themselves to death at the campfires ..."
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vasyashumkov · 1 year
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I forgot this. Imagine ur wife saying ummmm no you cannot see. No more seeing for you. Sight privileges taken away
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araiz-zaria · 1 year
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A few days late but hey..!
(ofc this was from the duel with Pierre Bezukhov 😏😉🤣💀)
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niphredils · 1 year
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He seized his pistol and, instead of firing it, flung it at the Frenchman and ran with all his might toward the bushes.
did he. did he just throw his gun at a guy?
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nedlittle · 1 year
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woundedwizard · 1 year
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I upped the max unit cuz the last time quite a number of people said 15
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war and peace (& emails) starts january 1st! i've already posted a chapter breakdown (spoiler alert: it's one a day) and a list of resources to help make reading a bit easier. tomorrow i'm going to have a cheat sheet for the names for anyone unused to reading russian classics!
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eleancrvances · 7 months
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andrei bolkonsky is truly the most "dead since the beginning" character. in his last few days he reaches a very explicit state of undeathness ("they were not attending on him (he was no longer there, he had left them) but on what reminded them most closely of him—his body"), but really, is it the first time he has been like this? in his first chapter, when he walks into anna pavlovna's soiree, "it was evident that he not only knew everyone in the drawing room, but had found them to be so tiresome that it wearied him to look at or listen to them". he goes through the social motions but doesn't really feel them (except with pierre, who understands instinctively many things about him, like that their meeting before borodino is their last), and he's just like that before the end. the night before austerlitz he declares "death, wounds, the loss of family—i fear nothing", and it's close to the absence of terror and general feeling he feels after his last nightmare. he's assumed to have died at austerlitz by everyone and reappears at home with zero explanation. the same thing happens after borodino. during both the near-death experiences, he feels some sort of "awakening" ("death is an awakening"). he identifies himself in an old oak tree that appears to be dead until spring (love) draws some last signs of life from him. and literally the only thing that seems to keep him alive is his last-minute unwillingness to separate himself from love, which to tolstoy is life - "i cannot, i do not wish to die. i love life—i love this grass, this earth, this air". this man is a zombie. he returned from the metaphorical and literal (the battlefield) land of the dead not once but twice with terrible wounds, despite all his efforts he can never find a complete and lasting connection to liveliness but falls back again and again in his mechanical, detached way of moving through situations. even his connection to natasha, life and joy, is perceived to be doomed from the beginning by many. "ah, my friend, it has of late become hard for me to live. i see that i have begun to understand too much" he says to perhaps the only person he has always been honest with, pierre, before receiving his final wound. and when he does die it's impossible to tell. marya can't pinpoint the moment when he's gone physically, and as for his spirit, even little nikolai knows it was torn from him earlier. but it doesn't feel like a sudden and new thing. we've seen him in this state before, though perhaps not on this level. but really, it looks like his struggle to keep death out of the room has been going on throughout the entire novel, and he could never hold the door completely closed. we've never seen him completely alive. on a meta level too, because he is maybe the only main character tolstoy didn't base on anyone but created from scratch, with the specific intention to kill him. when did he die exactly? at borodino? at austerlitz, where tolstoy originally intended him to? when he had his nightmare? when he left natasha? when lise died? when his mother died? before we ever met him, it seems. he died in a dream.
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fabricfriendo · 1 year
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Hussars, ladies, witches, clowns, and bears
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Woe, my mental image upon thee
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spirngakawening · 1 year
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Is this not pierre
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