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Bezig met laden... Het bal in het Kremlindoor Curzio Malaparte
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Meld je aan bij LibraryThing om erachter te komen of je dit boek goed zult vinden. Op dit moment geen Discussie gesprekken over dit boek. I got bogged down in Malaparte's The Skin, but found this much more 'enjoyable'. It's posthumous, and probably not in an ideal form, but the idea of writing about the Soviets as if they were Proustian aristocrats was fabulous, and the whole thing is suitably hilarious and horrifying. ( ) This is in many ways, a story of chairs and miracles. That could strike some as odd, but given a focus on the new Moscow of the 1930s, maybe it isn’t. Malaparte was a journalist and diploma, one who served many masters. Always avoiding the lethal gaffe--he was imprisoned a number of times but still was able to press the flesh with his manicured hand dazzle and charm. Thus he was able to gossip with the inner circles of many a wartime regime. The Kremlin Ball was published posthumously and it shows. I needed the snobbery of Soviet elite, the contradictions and the parvenus. Greta Garbo was not far off at all about materialistic dreams behind the Great Terror. Ninotschka could be considered an epilogue to the Kremlin Ball. The episode relating to Mayakovsky appears inchoate. Malaparte may have merely lacked the time to embellish adequately the scene with his self aggrandizement. That’s a shame regardless of history’s shadow. This is worth reading for who stare agape as Ivanka Trump is being positioned to serve on the World Bank. geen besprekingen | voeg een bespreking toe
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"Perhaps only the impeccably perverse imagination of Curzio Malaparte could have conceived of The Kremlin Ball, which might be described as Proust in the corridors of Soviet power. The book is set at the end of the 1920s, when the Great Terror may have been nothing more than a twinkle in Stalin's eye, but when the revolution was accompanied by a growing sense of doom. In Malaparte's vision it is from his nightly opera box, rather than the Kremlin, that Stalin surveys Soviet high society, its scandals and amours and intrigues among beauties and bureaucrats, including the legendary ballerina Marina Semyonova and Olga Kameneva, a sister of the exiled Trotsky, who though a powerful politician is so consumed by dread that everywhere she goes she gives off the smell of rotting meat. This extraordinary court chronicle of Communist life (for which Malaparte also contemplated the title God Is a Killer) was published posthumously and appears now in English for the first time"-- Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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Google Books — Bezig met laden... GenresDewey Decimale Classificatie (DDC)853.912Literature Italian Italian fiction 1900- 20th Century 1900-1945LC-classificatieWaarderingGemiddelde:
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