Catherine Eisner
Sunday, 18 August 2019
Vladimir Nabokov. Berlin March 1922.
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The book fell off his bed into a dream of souls unnumbered, their new imperium ...
Monday, 10 June 2019
Arbour. Amour. Affaire de Coeur . . . Saboteur.
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At the farther end of our garden, behind the boxwood maze, there was a bower with honeysuckle and other creeping plants overlooking th...
Thursday, 16 May 2019
‘Chubby Boy’ Orwell’s Earworm . . . Rural Bard or Faltering Palimpsestic Balladeer . . . ?
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Has any Orwellian scholar, I wonder, checked the verses of their subject against the Suffolk heritage of his youth? As it is, I believe t...
Wednesday, 8 May 2019
Stage Fright and Cage Fighting . . . a Parallel Universe of Freudian Terms.
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As have pointed out in a number of posts here, my admiration for the novelist, Ethelind Colburn Mayne , one of the earliest translators of ...
Monday, 22 April 2019
Shaking Bell Towers of Notre Dame and the Deluge of Boiling Lead . . . ‘Built by a Magician’ claims the Duc d’Égypte . . .
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All eyes were raised to the top of the church. They beheld there an extraordinary sight. On the crest of the highest gallery, higher than th...
Saturday, 16 March 2019
D-r Tchékhov, Detektiv . . . the Problems of Englishing a Completist. Too anorakish?
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It is well-known that, like Kipling, Tchékhov prided himself on his hyperdetailed understanding of the habits, customs and manners of the to...
Saturday, 2 March 2019
From unpublished notebooks of L v. K
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In a deserted room the mirror shows a hyacinth above the fireplace hyacinth fireplace a circumstantial...
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