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readingmarksonreading:

     Pgs. 192 and 193 of David Markson’s copy of Tolstoy: His Life and Work by Derrick Leon:
     On which David Markson underlined much of the following passage in red ink:     “And before the end of the same year, when Dostoevsky, after his brief hour of triumph, lay dead, Tolstoy once more wrote of him to Strakhov (who was to be his biographer): ‘I only wish I could express all I feel about Dostoevsky. Though I never saw him, or had any personal communication with him, now that he is dead I realize that he was nearer, dearer and more important to me than anyone else.’”
     Markson also placed two red vertical lines in the margin next to the paragraph containing the above passage.
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     This sentiment of Tolstoy’s re: Dostoevsky pops up in the first novel of Markson’s Notecard Quartet.
     On pg. 101 of Reader’s Block:     “Though I never saw him, or had any personal communication with him, now that he is suddenly dead I realize that he was nearer, dearer and more important to me than anyone else.     Said Tolstoy of Dostoievsky.”
     Both Tolstoy and Dostoevsky were near and dear to Markson. They both appear often in his Notecard Quartet. And they both also unsurprisingly have stories in the Markson-edited collection of Russian literature Women and Vodka (later published as Great Tales of Old Russia).
     As Françoise Palleau-Papin pointed out:     “Russian literature mattered a lot to Markson, even if he minimized the importance of his Russian-Jewish family background.”     - This Is Not A Tragedy, pg. xxviii.
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     David Markson’s copy of Tolstoy: His Life and Work by Derrick Leon is owned by John Harrison. The above scan is used with his permission. Copyright © John Harrison.

readingmarksonreading:

     Pgs. 192 and 193 of David Markson’s copy of Tolstoy: His Life and Work by Derrick Leon:

     On which David Markson underlined much of the following passage in red ink:
     “And before the end of the same year, when Dostoevsky, after his brief hour of triumph, lay dead, Tolstoy once more wrote of him to Strakhov (who was to be his biographer): ‘I only wish I could express all I feel about Dostoevsky. Though I never saw him, or had any personal communication with him, now that he is dead I realize that he was nearer, dearer and more important to me than anyone else.’”

     Markson also placed two red vertical lines in the margin next to the paragraph containing the above passage.

     This sentiment of Tolstoy’s re: Dostoevsky pops up in the first novel of Markson’s Notecard Quartet.

     On pg. 101 of Reader’s Block:
     “Though I never saw him, or had any personal communication with him, now that he is suddenly dead I realize that he was nearer, dearer and more important to me than anyone else.
     Said Tolstoy of Dostoievsky.”

     Both Tolstoy and Dostoevsky were near and dear to Markson. They both appear often in his Notecard Quartet. And they both also unsurprisingly have stories in the Markson-edited collection of Russian literature Women and Vodka (later published as Great Tales of Old Russia).

     As Françoise Palleau-Papin pointed out:
     “Russian literature mattered a lot to Markson, even if he minimized the importance of his Russian-Jewish family background.”
     - This Is Not A Tragedy, pg. xxviii.

     David Markson’s copy of Tolstoy: His Life and Work by Derrick Leon is owned by John Harrison. The above scan is used with his permission. Copyright © John Harrison.

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Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.

—Vladimir Nabokov (via magratheaa)

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I shall continue to exist. I may assume other disguises, other forms, but I shall try to exist.

—Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire  (via magratheaa)

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oldrags:

Portrait of Yulia Kustodievoy by Boris Mihaylovich Kustodiev, 1903 Russia
The artist’s wife and their dog

oldrags:

Portrait of Yulia Kustodievoy by Boris Mihaylovich Kustodiev, 1903 Russia

The artist’s wife and their dog

I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love. I felt in myself a superabundance of energy which found no outlet in our quiet life.

—Leo Tolstoy (via davisbecca)

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Reading was, of course, a great help—it stirred, delighted, and tormented me. But at times it bored me terribly.

—Dostoevsky’s Underground Man, Notes from Underground (via hollownoise)

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Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.

Fyodor Dostoevsky (via amnesiac618)

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russkayaliteratura:

Today is the 175th anniversary of Pushkin’s death, Russia’s biggest poet, badass, ladies man and gentleman.
Oh, and that bald guy standing is Zhukovsky.

russkayaliteratura:

Today is the 175th anniversary of Pushkin’s death, Russia’s biggest poet, badass, ladies man and gentleman.

Oh, and that bald guy standing is Zhukovsky.

herplove:

A Secretary Bird attacking a rubber snake at Andover Hakw Conservancy (via) and a Secretary Bird eating a snake (via)

oneyearintheartlibrary:

Mayakovsky, 22 Postcards; Redstone Press.

A book of postcards from the most celebrated poet of the early Soviet Union. He also wrote books for children, designed propaganda and public information posters, made artists’ books, wrote plays, acted and directed. He led a short, highly productive existence, shooting himself in the heart at the age of 37 after becoming disillusioned and out of official favour. 

Redstone Press produces consistently brilliant things. I reckon they’re one of the most interesting publishing houses in the UK.

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