Friday 11 December 2020

Socialist Realism. . . a Brief History. . .

 A peasant named Prosper 

was shot for stealing a turnip 

so he did not live to see 

the farmer rebury the turnip. 

Prosper received no such ceremony. 

Turnip R.I.P.

We dispersed on the road in various directions, and began to collect dry grass and anything that could possibly make a fire. Every time we chanced to bend down towards the ground a passionate desire seized upon our whole body to lie down upon the earth—lie there immovably and eat the dense black loam—eat a lot of it, eat till we could eat no more, and then fall asleep. Only to eat!—if we slept for evermore afterwards—to chew and chew and feel the thick warm pulp flow gradually from our mouths along our dried-up gullet and food passages into our famished, extended stomachs, burning with the desire to suck up some sort of nourishment.

In the Steppe by Maxim Gorky (1897)

 

See also An Insurrection 1897: 

https://catherineeisnerfrance.blogspot.com/2018/10/an-insurrection-metoo-1897.html 


Catherine Eisner believes passionately in plot-driven suspense fiction, a devotion to literary craft that draws on studies in psychoanalytical criminology and psychoactive pharmacology to explore the dark side of motivation, and ignite plot twists with unexpected outcomes. Within these disciplines Eisner’s fictions seek to explore variant literary forms derived from psychotherapy and criminology to trace the traumas of characters in extremis. Compulsive recurring sub-themes in her narratives examine sibling rivalry, rivalrous cousinhood, pathological imposture, financial chicanery, and the effects of non-familial male pheromones on pubescence, 
and Listen Close to Me (2011)
and A Bad Case (2014)

 


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