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Bezig met laden... A Door Behind A Doordoor Yelena Moskovich
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"In Yelena Moskovich's spellbinding new novel, A Door Behind A Door, we meet Olga, who immigrates as part of the Soviet diaspora of '91 to Milwaukee, Wisconsin. There she grows up and meets a girl and falls in love, beginning to believe that she can settle down. But a phone call from a bad man from her past brings to life a haunted childhood in an apartment building in the Soviet Union: an unexplained murder in her block, a supernatural stray dog, and the mystery of her beloved brother Moshe, who lost an eye and later vanished. We get pulled into Olga's past as she puzzles her way through an underground Midwestern Russian mafia, in pursuit of a string of mathematical stabbings."--Provided by publisher Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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 Google Books — Bezig met laden...GenresDewey Decimale Classificatie (DDC)823.92Literature English English fiction Modern Period 2000-LC-classificatieWaarderingGemiddelde: (3.75)
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I persevered when I started getting annoyed with bad choices being made, and the book changed. It’s not what I expected, but it is good. The formal structure also complements the narrative, building it up, creating layers.
Loved the Lermontov poem, The Sail, and when searching for translations, liked this poetic one by Antony Wood:
Lone sail against blue sea-mist:
what is it seeking?
what forsaking?
Wind, waves, and bending mast:
not happiness …
not happiness.
In beams of gold, on azure
the rebel flees
for stormy seas.
As Olga says, paraphrasing this poem:
“What is life, if you cannot go willingly into the heart of a storm?”
I initially got annoyed with the protagonist, Olga, who appeared to make bad decisions, thinking that if Olga wasn’t a character in a book, would she make such bad decisions. However, it’s a short book and so I persevered , thinking is it a dream? A guilty dream? Only in books would one have dreams of such Kafkaesque nature.
But the book breaks out of normal linear narrative constraints and I enjoyed just letting myself go with it.
Reminded me a bit of Ali Smith’s Hotel World (although I read this a long time ago) and Solar Bones by Mike McCormack.