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Leninsky Prospekt
Leninsky Prospekt is the stunning new novel from the author of the critically-acclaimed Canarino. Having fled Communist Russia as a young woman, Nina never dreamt that she would return to her homeland. But having married an American diplomat, she finds herself back in Moscow, tasked with integrating the New York Ballet Corps during their tour of Russia. Ballet is her first love and Nina immerses herself in her new role, seeking to escape old feelings stirred up by her return home. When a shocking discovery forces her to seek help from her old friends, Nina must decide where her allegiances truly lie - a decision that will shake her world to its foundations.
322 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2005
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About the author
Katherine Bucknell
17 books19 followersKatherine Bucknell was born in Saigon in 1957 and grew up in Washington, D.C. She has degrees from Princeton, Oxford, and Columbia Universities and lives in London with her husband, Bob Maguire, and their three children.
She is the editor of W.H. Auden's Juvenilia: Poems 1922-1928, four volumes of diaries by Christopher Isherwood, and The Animals, a volume of letters between Christopher Isherwood and his partner Don Bachardy. She is co-editor of Auden Studies, a founder of The W.H. Auden Society, and director of the Christopher Isherwood Foundation.
She has published four novels, Canarino, Leninsky Prospekt, What You Will, and +1.
She is the editor of W.H. Auden's Juvenilia: Poems 1922-1928, four volumes of diaries by Christopher Isherwood, and The Animals, a volume of letters between Christopher Isherwood and his partner Don Bachardy. She is co-editor of Auden Studies, a founder of The W.H. Auden Society, and director of the Christopher Isherwood Foundation.
She has published four novels, Canarino, Leninsky Prospekt, What You Will, and +1.
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July 29, 2008
notes to me -- ballet - russia - cold war - cuba - 1960s - spies - diplomats
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Viktor had written the poem in his head some time ago; tonight it was the poem he decided he wanted to write down. It would make no difference if the guards came and took his pencil away; it would make no difference if they made him wash the wall or if they painted over the poem. It was hardly legible anyway. He would always have the poem in his head. He would write it down again some place else, another time. Or he would recite it, to tell it to others, again and again, to anyone who would listen, inside prison or out, until they, too, could repeat it. He'd always go on writing, spreading his word, whenever he had the chance. p120
The guards came for him just before he lay down to sleep. They wouldn't throw him into solitary after a cosy night's snooze and a strengthening if shitty breakfast; they'd throw him in now, tired out. Let him soak his feet in the standing, icy water covering the floor, then let him slump all night on the stone bench. The bench was too hard, too narrow, too cold for sleeping. p118
[comment: ah the freedoms we have in life; sleep in warmth; context: political prisoner]
quotes#364451
Viktor had written the poem in his head some time ago; tonight it was the poem he decided he wanted to write down. It would make no difference if the guards came and took his pencil away; it would make no difference if they made him wash the wall or if they painted over the poem. It was hardly legible anyway. He would always have the poem in his head. He would write it down again some place else, another time. Or he would recite it, to tell it to others, again and again, to anyone who would listen, inside prison or out, until they, too, could repeat it. He'd always go on writing, spreading his word, whenever he had the chance. p120
The guards came for him just before he lay down to sleep. They wouldn't throw him into solitary after a cosy night's snooze and a strengthening if shitty breakfast; they'd throw him in now, tired out. Let him soak his feet in the standing, icy water covering the floor, then let him slump all night on the stone bench. The bench was too hard, too narrow, too cold for sleeping. p118
[comment: ah the freedoms we have in life; sleep in warmth; context: political prisoner]
January 28, 2015
Well written but I found it a bit slow.
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April 6, 2013inside view of Cuban missile crisis.. from Russia..behind the scenes POV.. read it for sure
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