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Review: Moving the Palace by Charif Majdalani
I received an advanced review copy of this title from New Vessel Press. The novel was published in the original French in 2007 and this English version has been translated by Edward Gauvin.
The story of Samuel Ayyad, a Lebanese man who, in 1908 at the age of eighteen leaves his home in Beirut to become a civilian officer for the British army in the Sudan, is told many decades later by his grandson. The narrator states at the beginning of his tale that the stories of his adventurous grandfather's life have been passed down through his family by word of mouth making some of this story read more like legend than biography. He begins his tale with a rhetorical question:
How to bring together and breath life into all those outlandish, nonsensical particulars uncertain traditions have passed down, or vague stories my mother told me that he himself, her own father, told her, but which she never sought to have him clarify or fasten to anything tangible, such that they reached me in pieces, susceptible to wild reverie and endless novelistic embroidering, like a story which only chapter headings remain, but which I have waited to tell for decades.
Majdalani's rendition of the unreliable narrator that he uses for his story seems fitting for a plot that involves the dismantled contents of a palace being carried through the desert via camel and donkey caravan. Samuel's story begins believably enough when he takes a job in the Sudan as a translator for a British officer named Colonel Moore. The Colonel is tasked with trying to unify the Sudan which had been retaken from Khalifa Abdallahi by the Anglo-Egyptian armies. After decades of despotic oppression the country is still in a state of chaos as the capital city of Khartoum is slowly being rebuilt. When Samuel arrives in Khartoum his duties are to act as liaison and interpreter between the British army and the local populace. Samuel's stay in Khartoum is short-lived as he becomes involved in Colonel Moore's expedition to the desert to speak with local tribes in an attempt to prevent an uprising lead by one of the tribal chieftains. From this point forward, Samuel's life becomes the archetype of a flawless hero, one in which he feels the urge to carry other men's burdens, both figuratively and literally, through the desert.
When Samuel ventures out into different parts of the Sudan as a member of Colonel Moore's entourage, he quickly becomes indispensable not only as the commander's translator but also as his advisor for negotiating the customs of the local tribes. When the Colonel decides to return to Khartoum, Samuel is left in charge of a small contingent of forces as well as a small fortune of gold in order to negotiate with the local tribes. Thus, Samuel takes up the Colonel's burden of quelling a rebellion and uniting the tribes of western Sudan under the British flag. Samuel spends his nights in the desert, eating rich dinners of roasted gazelle and exchanging stories with local sultans. Majdalani's strength as a writer is found in his beautiful and detailed descriptions of the topography of this region. At times the narrative is so detailed that I felt a map would have been appropriate to include within the text. But, then again, because our narrator is not entirely reliable, a map might break the spell of this story that is not meant to be entirely plausible.
The next burden that Samuel takes upon himself is a palace that has been dismantled into a thousand pieces and is being carried through the desert by an antique dealer named Shafik Abyad. Abyad, in his hunt for ancient treasure, buys a this small Arabian palace in Tripoli. Instead of selling off the pieces of the palace bit by bit, he loads the stones, frescoes, gilded mirrors, staircase and even the pool adorned in Moorish style onto the backs of camels and heads south with his caravan. When Samuel encounters Abyad in the desert, the antiquities dealer has been carrying these pieces in his caravan for years and has failed to find a buyer for his palace. Samuel, whether out of pity or a sense of adventure, or plans for his future—once again the narrator isn't entirely sure of this information—buys the entire palace which he, himself now bears across parts of Africa and The Middle East.
Throughout his travels in the desert Samuel continues to help others by taking on their burdens and he becomes famous for his adventures. As he attempts to make his way back to Lebanon, World War I has broken out and naval blockades prevent him from sailing to his homeland with his palace. The author includes a hefty amount of history about this tumultuous region in the early 20th century that at times felt overwhelming . The juxtaposition of volatile historical events with the heroic character of Samuel makes for an odd mix of realism and romanticism in the novel. As war and uncertainty surround him, Samuel remains a constant pillar of strength, bravery and tenacity. He becomes a larger than life hero who has no flaws or faults of any kind; Samuel is always polite, always chooses to do the right thing, and always saves others from their own, crushing burdens by taking them on as his own. It becomes evident that the narrator's uncertainty about these events allows him to idealize his grandfather who drags his palace all the way back to Beirut where he eventually lives in it with his "princess"—the narrator's grandmother. Although this was a lovely story with a happy ending, I have to admit that I much prefer my heroes to be of the Ancient Greek sort— in other words, rather flawed.
Charif Majdalani, born in Lebanon in 1960, is often likened to a Lebanese Proust. Majdalani lived in France from 1980 to 1993 and now teaches French literature at the Université Saint-Joseph in Beirut. The original French version of his novel Moving the Palace won the 2008 François Mauriac Prize from the Académie Française as well as the Prix Tropiques.
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A Soviet Titanomachy: My Interview with Russian Author Sergei Lebedev
Sergey Lebedev
Sergei Lebedev was born in Moscow in 1981. Before he became an author he had a career as a geologist working in northern Russia. His debut novel, Oblivion, translated by Antonina W. Bouis and published by New Vessel Press in 2016, is one of the first novels in the 21st century to describe the horrors of the Russian Gulag system. Obliviion is loosely autobiographical as the unnamed narrator in this book travels to Siberia as a geologist and during his expeditions he sees the old, abandoned camps where millions of Russians were forced to do backbreaking labor. The narrator of the book is especially interested in learning more about the Gulag that was run by a family friend, whom he only knows as Grandfather II. Lebedev's mellifluous and poetic prose as he describes the landscape in Siberia and the desolate camps is striking. Oblivion is a haunting, intense, descriptive literary odyssey; the detailed stories he tells about this once-hidden piece of Russian history ensures that the experiences of life under Soviet rule will indeed not fade into oblivion.
Sergei Lebedev's follow-up to Oblivion, which is also loosely autobiographical, is set in Russia just as The Soviet Union is nearing its collapse. The Year of the Comet is translated by Antonia W. Bouis and was published by New Vessel Press in February 2017. The unnamed narrator in The Year of the Comet describes his boyhood in the mid 1980's and his two grandmothers that have the most influence over his life. Although they are very different women—one grandmother is of peasant stock and the other is from a long line of nobility—their strong wills have allowed them to survive many hardships during World War II and Stalinist Russia. The boy suspects that the grandmothers have something to hide so he takes to snooping about their apartments for clues. At the same time as he is becoming more aware of his family's secret past, the Soviet Union is showing its first signs of collapse. There are everyday things in life that start to disappear: there are plenty of shoes but no shoelaces, binding materials such as glue, wire and pins become scare. Lebedev's second novel is equally as poetic and insightful as Oblivion as he describes the history of Russia and the Collapse of the USSR through the eyes of a child.
I conducted this interview with Sergei Lebedev via email over the course of a few weeks in December 2016 and January 2017. I want to give a very special thanks to Sergei for his thoughtful and fascinating answers, for being so open and kind and for his time. Of all the posts I've written and worked on for my blog this interview is one of my most favorite and cherished pieces.
Melissa Beck (MB): Your first career, before you were an author, was working on geological expeditions in northern Russia. In your first book Oblivion the narrator is a geologist doing this very job and in your current book, The Year of the Comet, the narrator talks about his early love of geology. Can you trace the progression of your career from geologist to journalist to author and poet?
Sergei Lebedev (SL): Geology was my cradle. My mother and father were geologists. I was growing up among the books about minerals and ores, among the beautiful crystals, black and white photos from North and East, expedition equipment… Nobody pressed me as parents sometimes do, but with this intriguing environment, I was doomed to be a geologist. When the USSR collapsed, geology as a science and as an industry was fast to deteriorate. At the same time, the geological spaces were opened for Jack London style expeditions, searches of old abandoned mines, and deposits.
This was my geology. We were collecting specimens and selling them to museums and private connoisseurs. There was no USSR anymore and the new states were like newborn babies. No borders, no authorities, money was calculated in millions. It was something like the period of Civil War that my grandmother witnessed as a young girl and described to me.
It was during this time that I first encountered the remains of the Gulag: ruins of barracks and bridges, old glades and roads, cyclopic heaps of exhausted rock – like the sum of prisoners' eliminated lives. It was shocking. I thought the former camps existed only in memoirs. They were in fact present on earth, but nobody had seen them.
Later I found that the language of geology was very helpful to me in dealing with the past. "Geology is working with time and pressure" (that is my favorite quote from the Shawshank Redemption). Geology is working with substances transformed by time and pressure, transformed not only once – three, four, five times. This is a perfect parallel with Soviet history, because the USSR was constantly rewriting its history, denying the past and declaring a new future.
In addition, the search for minerals is like an exciting hunt. You cannot simply rely on professional skills. Intuition, luck, a sixth sense also matters. You are like a detective looking for what happened hundreds or thousands of millions of years ago, tracing the marks of mineral veins in the landscape, in the river sand and pebbles, reading the Book of Creation. It is a perfect school for a writer and an investigator!
My own transformation from geologist to journalist and writer occurred when I made an astonishing and eerie discovery in my grandmother`s archive. I found that her second husband was a state security officer of a high rank, a former chief of the Gulag camp. This discovery was my initial impulse to dive into my family`s history. I assumed that this history was quiet, simple and guileless, but it happened to be elusive, dark and unwilling to reveal its secrets.
MB: In The Year of the Comet Grandmother Tanya is an editor for Politizdat and she is also secretly writing a memoir. Did your own grandmother or anyone else in your family encourage you to write and to inspire you to want to become an author?
SL: As I remember from my Soviet childhood, writing was always something a little bit suspicious. I was writing in school where we had ideologically assigned topics like partisans, official holidays like Women`s day, the Day of Victory etc. But this was not writing, it was only repeating ideological formulas. But to write on your own? To write whatever you wanted to write? This was something unbelievable.
I think my grandmother Natasha, who wrote the memoirs about the family`s history, had a different goal. She was writing her memoirs in the late years of the Soviet Union, but had no idea that the USSR would soon collapse. So hers was a text with two contradictory intentions. On the one hand, it gave a wide overview of the past, it reestablished links with the past. On the other hand, it shaped the Soviet approved version of the past, and it excluded some dark pages which could have been an unnecessary burden for future generations.
Her book of memoirs was like the final book, the final piece of knowledge, because she was the family`s only survivor and, just as the Soviet state, she had the monopoly over writing about the past. The memoirs were her precious gift, her testament in a way. However, I don`t think she wanted anybody to go further.
MB: Two strong-willed yet very different Grandmothers have the most influence over the narrator in The Year of the Comet and the narrative is centered around stories about them. What made you choose to make Grandmother Tanya and Grandmother Mara such important characters in your book? Is there a particular memory that you have of your own grandmothers that stands out in your mind?
SL: My own two grandmothers were the most impressive figures of my childhood. Others, like my mother, father, and various relatives, were just regular people like I am. My grandmothers were like pillars of the Soviet Universe. One was from a noble aristocratic family, and one was from a poor peasant's family. Only the revolution of 1917 made it possible for them to meet, to become relatives.
They embodied struggling times, Red power and White, defeated power (there were no Reds without Whites). All the hidden contradictions of history and society were personalized by their presence. I was feeling two different gravitations, like two different wizards, two magicians were competitively whispering in my ears strong spells shaping my fate, my future, my conscience. Therefore, The Year of the Comet at its core is a Soviet Titanomachy.
MB: The Year of the Comet is full of personal and Soviet history, stories and anecdotes. How did you prepare to write this book? Were there particular family members you went back and Interviewed, old photos you perused or other family documents you read to refresh your memories so that you could include personal details in the book?
SL: The novel was written without any assistance or surveys. I had the idea to write the book of a generation, the book about the last children of the Soviet Union, about those who inherited the full extent of the Soviet mythology produced in Stalin`s era, Khrushchev's era, Brezhnev`s era, in different USSR`s, as I worded it in the book. I was trying to understand why this mythology survived the crash of communist ideology and twenty years later has once again become vivid and effective. I did spent time in my preparations for writing the novel with Robert Graves's book about ancient Greek mythology and dozens of memoirs, sociological and historical research, and with newspapers and magazines of that period.
MB: I am actually a classicist myself, I teach Latin and Ancient Greek at a high school here in the US, so your reading about Greek myth in preparation for writing the novel is especially interesting to me. I also noticed your reference to Theseus in The Year of the Comet. Was there a particular story or ancient author that attracted you to reading about Greek myth?
SL: It is a funny story of how I was attracted to read about the ancient Greeks. All the soviet kids were fans of D`Artagnan and the Three Musketeers film. It was shown on TV during every school vacation. I was a fan too. Once my father told me that when he was a teenager he was friends with the actor Veniamin Smekhov, who played Atos in the film. I didn`t believe him because actors were like celestial beings and I asked him to prove it. He showed me a book which he received as a gift from Smekhov with the actor's signature in it. It was a rare book, the complete editions of Homer's Iliad and Odyssey. For me it was a book recommended by my beloved film hero, by the musketeer Atos himself. And I started to read it while fighting with the hexameter.
I kept returning to Homer repeatedly, especially the Odyssey. I was deeply, unconsciously obsessed with the theme of escape; escape as a category of human actions that I never witnessed because Soviet values taught us to endure, to wait, to reconcile with circumstances. I felt these values and was astonished with Odysseus who never stopped escaping from all kind of traps, temptations, encumbrances, dangers. He was my hidden hero in a way.
Theseus was my second love. The story with the sandals and sword left under the stone, the symbol of his heroic origin… I imagined something like this about myself, imagined I was a Soviet Theseus. My sword and sandals were the orders and medals kept by my grandmother. I thought these orders and medals belonged to her first husband, my grandfather whom I never met, the officer who fought in the battle of Stalingrad and was wounded while crossing the Dnieper River. When nobody was looking, I put the Red Star order on my shirt and dreamed about carrying out feats and attaining glories equal to my grandfather's. In these moments, I wanted to be his grandson more than to be the son of my parents, to be the successor of his deeds, of his heroic epoch.
Only later, when my grandmother died, did I learn that this orders and medals belonged to her second husband, the chief of the concentration camp, the mass murderer. I wrote the novel Oblivion about this discovery – about a Theseus who finds not the sword and sandals under the stone, but something else that he never expected to find.
MB: In The Year of the Comet, the dacha that the narrator spent the summers in as a child was a happy place full of interesting memories. Helping Grandma Mara in the garden, playing with the other boys in the neighborhood and even solving the mystery of the serial killer were all a part the narrator's childhood summer at the dacha. Do you have a dacha in your family and do you still visit it as an adult?
SL: Our dacha was an axis of family life since the early fifties. We lived in different flats, but we always had the same dacha. Flats were Soviet-built, anonymous houses, faceless and indistinguishable from each other. Our dacha was built by my grandfather with some trash timber, but it was ours.
At the same time, however, the dacha was a kind of a trap. We possessed our dacha – it represented not only a certain style of living, it was also a safe retreat from ideology and stress and it imperceptibly became a cellar. All our desires and perspectives were connected with the dacha. But, by the very fact of its existence, it diminished our horizons, it diminished our willingness to develop, to discover. Our dacha is the place I was writing about in The Year of the Comet but I am glad to be free of it now.
MB: Some authors who have written autobiographical fiction have angered family and friends for revealing too many private, family stories. Karl Ove Knausgaard and his family's negative reactions to his books come to mind. What was your family's reaction to your books? Did they think you revealed too many private family memories or did they enjoy revisiting old stories through your books?
SL: As I said previously, writing was always treated as something potentially dangerous in my family. I didn`t expect my books to be accepted easily by family members. I didn`t want to shock them or to punish them, so I tried to write with patience and tenderness. I think it was tough reading, we had some discussions, but in general my parents' always supported me and I am grateful for this.
MB: One of the prominent themes in both Oblivion and The Year of the Comet is secrets and the process of discovering them. Do you still have that investigative spirit of the child narrator who is always snooping around his grandmothers' apartments in search of family secrets? Are there still family secrets or other secrets about The Soviet Union that you want to unravel?
SL: Soviet life is still full of secrets. The archives of state security are still closed and guarded. Secrets, or secrecy itself, is still a main feature of Russian life. Secrecy is the aura of the authoritarian (now quickly becoming totalitarian) Russian state, the mythological evidence of its sacred power and supernatural historical mission. Or, in a more pragmatic way, secrecy serves as a repressive measure against civil freedoms. Because of this secrecy, opening up these secrets, penetrating the curtains is still something important to me.
Later I want to write a book about famine in the USSR. The state-organized famine of the thirties that was used as a repressive measure against peasants brought about the deaths of millions of people and caused wide-spread cannibalism. Famine is not considered a "modern' mechanism of repression which instead uses arrests, prisons, concentration camps. Famine is a return to prehistory, to Neanderthal times, the bottom of the bottoms, the Ninth circle of Dante`s Hell. Bolsheviks and their successors today are eager to justify Stalin`s rule because, as they insist, he brought modern civilization to Russia. But this is the type of "civilization" he brought: the return to prehistory.
Even repressions carried out during the Great Terror are reluctantly and partially recognized by the Russian state as a crime. Famine, however, is not and it is instead viewed as a "natural disaster." I want this so-called "natural disaster" to be exposed. This is also part of my personal story since my grandmother`s sister survived the famine in the Ukraine and wrote a few letters about her experience.
MB: In The Year of the Comet you chose to have the narrator tell his story from the point of view of his childhood. You not only capture the spirit and innocence of childhood through your narrator, but you also deal with some very sophisticated topics through his perspective. It seems very difficult to write such a complex book from the mindset of a child. What were the challenges you faced when writing from this point of view?
SL: It is a common thing for elders to have some kind of conspiracy in a family, to keep away from children facts they are too young to know – like a biography of an uncle who was the shame of the family or an old quarrel between twin sisters. Children are very sensitive to such things, they don`t know the rules of silence and obeyance.
In the USSR the family conspiracy was keeping secret the system of life itself. I do remember getting an exciting or chilling feeling sometimes, the feeling that I was a spy or detective in my own family, the feeling that everybody had two faces, that everybody was hiding something. Of course, these were not feelings I had daily, but when they came it was like a sudden breakthrough. For example, I was used to seeing my great-grandfather`s photo in his Red Army uniform. The photo was taken in the early twenties and this was the only image of him given to me. And I remember a feeling of great astonishment when I understood that I didn`t know who he was before this photo was taken, because "before" didn't exist for me; the revolution in 1917 was like a border between light and dark. In reality before the revolution he was an officer of the Russian Imperial Army –a Tsarist officer was a compromising and unwelcomed job to have in a Soviet citizen's dossier.
I gave my hero in The Year of the Comet this same type of disturbing feeling as his guiding line, as an Ariadne`s thread.
MB: You write such beautiful and lyrical prose and I wasn't surprised to find out that you also write poetry. Do you have any favorite poets that have influenced your writing?
SL: Of course, it is Josef Brodsky. We are living and writing within a Russian language that was transformed by Brodsky, we are writing inside his literary universe.
MB: What aspects of Brodsky's writing in particular have influenced your poetry? Can you elaborate on that?
SL: Brodsky`s poems deeply affected not only my poetry, but my use of language itself. When I first read one of his poems, I don`t even remember which one, I was amazed. I felt the rhythm, the intonation – as behavior, as pace. I understood that I had never met people who behaved like this, people who are not using Aesopic speech.
The Soviet-Russian language was full of crippled words, perverted words, corrupted words, words with forgotten meanings, ruined words, decayed, descended words, turncoat words, dead words, eliminated words, twisted words, poisonous words… People spoke this language. He didn't. He appeared to me as a linguistic Luther in a way because he clarified and reestablished the language. He was for me like a personalized rebellion against linguistic oppression and depravity. He made it possible for us to stand on the field he prepared, to speak words he transmitted through his magic poetry machine that made them connected with The Word as it was in the beginning.
MB: What are your writing plans for additional books? Your last two books were about your family and growing up in Russia and experiencing the fall of The Soviet Union. Will you write another book about your experiences growing up there or are you exploring other topics? Do you have any plans to publish a book of poetry in English translation?
SL: I have just finished the fourth novel, the last novel of the tetralogy about my family`s history. The fourth book is about the German roots of the family, about two centuries of Russian – German relationships, about two totalitarian machines producing fake identities.
I will be glad if my poetry is translated. But if not, you can find it in the novels. Poetry is my sketchbook that preserves the most inconstant, ephemeral impressions or shapes that later become parts of my novels.
MB: You mention a fourth novel, but what is the status of the third novel, the follow-up to The Year of the Comet that you also wrote about your family?
SL: The third novel is called The People of August and it will soon be translated into English. It was published in Russia and Germany and the French translation of it is currently in process. So there will be a total of four novels based on my family history.
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Why Are You Mute, Field?: My Review of The Year of the Comet by Sergei Lebedev
The stunned knight came upon a field
Where nothing lived, just scattered skills and bones.
What battle had been fought, what did it yield?
No one remembered why the screams and groans.
Why are you mute, field?
Why overgrown with grasses of oblivion?
—Alexander Pushkin, Ruslan and Ludmilla
I received a review copy of this title from New Vessel Press. The original title was written in Russian and this English edition has been translated by Antonina W. Bouis. This review is a bit longer than most of my posts, but Sergei Lebedev's books are captivating and worthy of a longer analysis. The Year of the Comet will be on my favorite books list of 2017, as well as my list of all-time favorite books of literature in translation.
The unnamed narrator of The Year of the Comet was born in a Moscow hospital in the late 1970's in the midst of an earthquake which natural phenomena prematurely hastened his birth. This seismic event is a harbinger of the feelings of turmoil and unease that will pervade the narrator's childhood. "The earthquake was my first impression of being," he writes, "the world was revealed to me as instability, shakiness, and wobbliness of foundations." In this coming-of-age tale, the protagonist feels a constant sense of danger and shifting throughout his boyhood; he grows up trying to understand vague bits and pieces of family stories he hears about hardships suffered during Stalinist Russia and World War II. At the same time as he is becoming more aware of his family's hidden past, the Soviet Government is beginning to show signs of its impending collapse.
The Year of the Comet is the follow-up to Sergei Lebedev's stunning and lyrical debut novel, Oblivion which focuses on one man's quest to uncover the horrors of the gulag in Soviet Russia when he travels to the Siberia as a geologist in the late 1990's. Both Oblivion and The Year of the Comet, although fictional accounts of life in Soviet and Post-Soviet Russia, have elements of Lebedev's own experiences. Both novels are written from the point-of-view of an unnamed narrator who is attempting to understand the dark secrets of his country's history while perestroika pushes the Soviet Union to its end. What is markedly different about Lebedev's second novel, The Year of the Comet, is that it center on the narrator's memories of his childhood spent in Moscow in the mid 1980's during which time the first cracks in the façade of the Soviet Regime are beginning to appear.
It was a literary risk for Lebedev to create a narrator who takes on the mindset, the point-of-view of his childhood; writing a story that deals with the complexities of family history and the collapse of The Iron Curtain while at the same time employing a child's view that is not jejune is a literary feat that Levedev successfully achieves. The narrator never explicitly states the age at which he experienced the events depicted in the book, but based on clues within the text, he appears to be describing the 9th and 10th years of his life. The similarity in narrative style with Karl Ove Knausgaard's third installment of his fictional autobiography, subtitled Boyhood, came to mind as I was reading The Year of the Comet. Similar to Knausgaard's narrative, Lebedev combines the first person point-of-view with the past tense so that we get a child's view of the story without the author having to use a child narrator. Where Lebedev differs from Knausgaaard is that the Russian author never gives a name to his narrator, thereby reinforcing the fact that although this story might have pieces or hints of autobiography, it is a work of fiction. As he tells his story, Lebedev's protagonist maintains the innocence, mystery and mindset of his adolescence yet he is still free to make observations about complex themes such as loss, deficiency, pain and concealment. From a very young age the unnamed narrator of Lebedev's novel has a sense that there are ominous family and national secrets he does not know and he turns the uncovering of these secrets into his own personal and interesting scavenger hunt.
Two Grandmothers, Two USSRs:
The Year of the Comet is divided into four parts all of which are focused on the narrator's rearing by his grandmothers. His mother works for the Ministry of Geology which studies the causes and consequences of natural disasters and his father is a scholar who specializes in catastrophe theory. Since his parents are busy with their careers he is oftentimes entrusted to the care of his grandmothers:
My grandmothers, who had suffered so much, lost brothers, sisters, and husbands, but had survived all the events of the age, were to give me refuge in the peaceful flow of their lives, bring me up on the margins, far from real time, as if deep in the woods or on a lost farmstead. But—and I will tell you about this later—the nearness of my grandmothers merely intensified the sensation it was supposed to heal.
Most of Part One—the longest of the book—portrays with a compelling mixture of humor and sadness the lives of these women who are wartime widows. They have suffered numerous loses throughout their lives but their strong wills have given them the fortitude to live on despite those loses. Grandmother Mara and Grandmother Tanya are very different characters, but one thing they have in common is their devotion to their young grandson. He is the only grandchild of both of these women so that all of their love, attention, affection, adoration and hopes for the future are focused on the boy. More than his parents, more than his teachers, and even more than his friends, the grandmothers are the central figures in the book who have the most influence on his adolescence.
Grandma Tanya, the narrator's maternal grandmother, is from a long line of Russian nobility, is well educated and worked as an editor at Politizdat. She is also nearly deaf and since she refuses to wear a hearing aid, the narrator has to put his arm around her and speak directly into her ear when he wants to have a conversation with her. "The skill of dealing with time and darkness was given to me by my Grandmother Tanya," is the narrator's introduction to this gentle woman with whom he spends most of his time when not at school. By contrast, Grandma Mara, his paternal grandmother, is of peasant stock, a zealot of communism and Stalin, enjoys cooking large family meals, loves lipstick, perfume and sweets, and is a rather loud presence in the narrator's life. He says about Grandmother Mara, "Even in insignificant situations she spoke aggressively, pushing, harsh, trying to tear the words apart, use them all up so that the final silence could come."
Both grandmother's refuse to talk about their family histories but the narrator, through astute observations of his surroundings, knows that there are family members whom he has not met that died or disappeared under tragic circumstances. Grandmother Tanya has a wall of photos hanging in her apartment of people that the narrator has never met and about whom she refuses to answer any questions. Furthermore, the narrator finds it unsettling that Grandmother Tanya oftentimes recites the lines from Pushkin, "Why are you mute, field." Grandma Mara, whenever there is a family gathering, sets the table for more people than is necessary. The empty place settings at family dinners are an eerie reminder of relatives that are gone and whom she refuses to name or mention. He decides that the best way to put an end to this "conspiracy of silence" is to excavate Grandmother Tayna's and Grandmother Mara's apartments to undercover clues about these lost relatives.
Lebedev's subtle humor shines through in this part of his story as the narrator describes his boyhood days snooping around his grandmothers' apartments as if he is some sort of secret agent on a mission. Whenever he finds himself alone in Grandma Tanya's Moscow apartment, he performs a thorough and comical search that could only be undertaken by a precocious and inquisitive child. He sets up an alarm clock in the middle of the apartment so he doesn't lose track of time before she returns and then he fingers the linings of clothes, looks between spaces in the radiator, studies the inside of the washing machine, and opens forbidden drawers in her desk. He is frustrated to the point of despair when he finally finds an untitled book, which he thinks is a secret diary, hidden in plain sight on the bookshelf. Grandma's book, however, which is written in some kind of an invisible ink, is unintelligible to him so whenever he is alone in Grandmother's apartment he keeps searching.
The narrator concentrates his search of Grandma Mara's apartment on a room that was strictly off limits to him: "There was a storeroom near the toilet that served as a kind of Siberian exile." Items that were old and broken were relegated to this storeroom and he was forbidden to go in there without any explanation. He is nervous as he attempts to break into the locked room, so he finds one of his deceased grandfather's war medals and pins it on his shirt to give him courage. With the Red Star serving as his apotropaic protector he finds, much to his wonder and excitement, a set of volumes of the Great Soviet Encyclopedia (GSE) from the 1920's and 1930's.
I had stepped on the Atlantis of books, the continent of the past that had floated up from the ocean depths. Gradually there appeared a world about which I knew nothing. Those names, events, and phenomena did not exist in my time, or if they did, I intuitively sensed that they were presented in a completely different way.
By doing more snooping, more research and comparing the GSE to the Small Soviet Encyclopedia, the narrator figures out that Grandma's encyclopedia contains names that had vanished, had been erased in later editions of the books. He also comes to the chilling realization that not only does his family have a secret past to hide, but so does his country: "I began to understand that the USSR I knew and inhabited was just a copy, a piece of the other, earlier one." There are, in effect, two USSRs.
Throughout Part One, the narrator also depicts his boyhood as one in which he has a constant, prescient suspicion that something big and significant is about to happen. He senses it and he can feel it from his observations and bits of conversations he gleans from the adults around him. Some of his anticipation is due to childhood bravado, but some of it is also the innate sense that children have when a big change is about to occur. As he is searching his Grandmothers' apartments for family secrets he intuits a faint hint, a faint shaking of the foundation that will bring about the collapse of the Soviet Union. The narrator, however, doesn't describe what we would expect when a government starts to collapse—there are no scenes of riots, political turmoil or military occupation. He never mentions words like "perestroika", "revolution", or "Gorbachev." Instead he notes "a brink-of-war disorder in daily life." There are plenty of shoes available in stores but no shoelaces. There is a plethora of pots available to buy at the local hardware store but not a single frying pan. The most obvious items he notices that are missing from hardware stores are materials used to bind and fasten: nails, screws, wires, cement and glue all become scarce. As an American who also grew up in the 1970's and 1980's and having only a vague understanding of everyday life behind the Iron Curtain, I found his descriptions of these insignificant items that go missing absolutely fascinating. I think many of us have in mind an image of protests and rioting in the streets, but the collapse of the Soviet Union, as seen through the eyes of a child, was much more subtle than that. The Soviet Union is literally coming apart at the seams and there are no materials left with which to bind it back together.
The Celestial Guest and the Nuclear Disaster
Part Two of the book focuses on the year during which two major scientific events, one natural and one man-made, threaten to cause more upheaval in the narrator's young life. Grandma Tanya and Grandma Mara take a keen interest in Haley's Comet, which "celestial guest" was predicted to make an appearance over the skies of Moscow. Both Grandmothers are nervous and on edge about the comet and eagerly read any piece of news about it in the papers.
They were preparing for the comet's arrival, and while preparations were not manifest in action, they were palpable. Grandmother Mara softened, and contrary to her personality she let go of her old feuds and worried that she would not be able to forgive everything in time. Grandmother Tanya, an incredible tranquil person, became calmer still, more tactful, as if apologizing even to the dust she wiped away or the salt she tossed into the soup.
Lebedev's clever humor comes through, once again, as he describes the Grandmother's waiting for The Comet as if it will somehow usher in an apocalypse. The behavior of the Grannies makes the narrator so anxious that he works up the nerve to ask Grandma Tanya about this heavenly phenomena. Her answer unsettles him even more: the last time the Comet visited was in 1910, she tells him, four years before The Great War, which she vividly remembers; to her, the reappearance of the comet was a sign of great misfortune to come.
The other event that absorbs the narrative of Part Two is the nuclear disaster at Chernobyl. Since the narrator's father specializes in catastrophe theory, he is one of the first scientists to get a phone call about the meltdown of the nuclear reactor. The theme of secrecy, which encompasses both his family and his country, also pervades part two. School is canceled and no one knows what is going on: "My parents did not sleep at home, I did not go to school, and it was only on the third day that the word Chernobyl appeared" is how the narrator describes the early days of the disaster.
When the narrator witnesses the aftermath of this disaster, he, too, notes that the Soviet government was keeping a veil of secrecy around this catastrophe, not sharing the details of the fallout with its own citizens. The narrator shares various rumors about war breaking out, planes crashing and nuclear explosions of all sorts being circulated around Moscow. He recalls what he learned as a boy from his Book for a Young Commander about nuclear war: "If the capitalists provoke us into a third world war, our goal will be noble and beautiful—to make that war the last in the history of humanity." This startling declaration from his childhood book is a reminder that we are viewing this scene through a young boy's perspective; he cannot fully comprehend or describe the implications of a nuclear war. There is a gap left in the text that we must fill in for ourselves with all of the eerie and horrible thoughts that the boy's statement evokes.
The Dacha and the Serial Killer
In addition to writing fiction, Lebedev is also a talented poet. The author's lyrical and mellifluous prose and personal, sometimes philosophical, writings are evident throughout the narrative. But his talent in poetics especially comes through in part three with his descriptions of the hot summer the narrator spends in the dacha, the family summer home in the country:
It was June, close to the solstice; the summer was dry, hot, and scorchingly sunny; It made the heavy fir forest beyond the dacha fence seem even blacker. Late evening and nighttime, when children are usually afraid, did not seem scary that summer; scary and horrible were the afternoons, when the streets were empty, hot haze shimmering above the asphalt, distorting and hiding perspective and the horizon; in the boiling jelly of that haze, the figures of passersby could suddenly appear very close, shimmering, inaccurate, flowing and worrying; blessed was the cool of the evening, cleaning the air and chasing away the ghosts of the day.
This paragraph is a typical example of Lebedev's style, in both Oblivion and The Year of the Comet, of ubiquitously using semicolons to give multiple layers to the poetic descriptions of his scenes. We slowly absorb Lebedev's writing one small piece at a time, from semicolon to semicolon. The semicolon makes us pause, reflect a bit and then grasp another piece of the setting; if he used a series of sentences instead of these independent clauses, his lengthy and vivid scenes would not have the same cohesion or fluidity. Lebedev's description of the haze being like "boiling jelly" drops us right into the midst of the oppressively hot summer, the most dangerous time of day, when a serial killer is on the prowl in the dacha neighborhood.
Much of Part Three is taken up with relating of the story of a serial killer targeting children, a man whom the police call "Mister." The boy decides that the killer is probably a spy and he will look for him, have him arrested, and be the hero of the dacha. His hope is that he will only be seriously wounded and not killed in his brave, selfless act of heroism. One day as he is wandering the deserted, sweltering summer roads and looking for Mister in the dacha's hiding places, he nearly gets kidnapped by a non-descript man who at first appears harmless. The description of his near-abduction was horrifying because the boy doesn't fully understand that catching a serial killer is not a game and he just barely escapes being harmed. It is in this scene that we experience the brilliance of Lebedev's use of a child's view, one that we would normally not consider as adults when reading about a dangerous situation. We are put into the mindset, the very existence of the narrator's harrowing escape from abduction but we still sense that element of innocence because he doesn't fully grasp the danger he has put himself in. After this shocking event, the boy simply goes home and collapses on his bed until his Grandmother wakes him up. He never tells a living soul about what happened and now it is the narrator who carries around his very own secret.
The Earthquake Subsides:
Part Four is the shortest and final piece of the story and by this point the protagonist is a few years older, in his early teenage years. The Grandmothers, who served as the tectonic plates, the solid foundation of his upbringing, have weakened, have become rather elderly and feeble and require a lot of attention and medical care. Despite their declining health they maintain their affection and devotion to their only grandchild and their only grandchild still retains a certain uneasiness in their presence:
I was uncomfortable and embarrassed, I noticed signs of their frailty that should not be noticed, I was clumsy, self-conscious, pathetic, and unable to respond to their love. Grandmother Mara kept talking about my future, my wonderful wife, and my good apartment—she meant hers, and this kindly rejection of her own future grated on me. Grandmother Tanya was much quieter, but she started holding my hand much more frequently, as if trying to slip something into it or seeking support.
Because he is no longer dependent on them for care, a poignant shift occurs in his life as he grows closer to his parents and is more distant from his Grandmothers. Even though at this point the collapse of the Soviet Union is playing out in the streets of Moscow, there is an unexpected and strange sense of calmness and serenity that suffuses this final part of the book. After an earthquake, when the foundations have finally stopped moving, a sense of calm descends on the victims as they crawl out of their hiding places and survey the effects of the shifting earth. The final part of Lebedev's book feels as if the narrator comes to the realization that his foundations have stopped quaking and he is attempting to survey the aftermath of those childhood tremors. As he wanders the streets of Moscow and sees masses of people saying farewell to communism, as barricades and bonfires fill up city squares, he finally comes to an understanding of what the turmoil he experienced throughout his boyhood meant.
In the last scene of the book he once again finds Grandma Tanya's secret book he had discovered a few years ago in her apartment. She had been writing a memoir, directly addressed to the narrator, chronicling the entire history of their family. "The history of our family goes back to the XIV century," Grandmother Mara writes to him. And she proceeds to lay out all the minute details of their family history and ancestry. He experiences a final moment of calm because at last there are no more secrets, about his family or about his country, for him to unravel.
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Tagged as New Vessel Press, Russian Literature, Sergei Lebedev
Review: A Very Russian Christmas
This fascinating collection of Russian Christmas stories, many of which have been published here in English for the first time, is a glimpse into the celebration of this holiday from a simpler age which is long past. Christmas in the twenty-first century has become the season of massive and ugly consumerism, a time when obscene amounts of money are spent on the latest and greatest toys and gadgets. The Christmas tales in A Very Russian Christmas, penned by Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, Teffi, Chekov, Korolenko, Zoshchenko, Lukashevich, and Gorky bring us back to the holidays of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries when children were thrilled to receive fruits and small trinkets that decorated the Christmas trees. In these stories we encounter festive gatherings of different classes of people, reflections on what it meant to live a good life, and lastly, and most importantly, merry making that involves lots of vodka. Lots and lots of vodka. Klaudia Lukashevich describes young, Russian children who are eager with anticipation for the Christmas tree to be decorated and are so excited about celebrating Christmas with their extended family:
And now it appears—a shapely green tree, to which so many legends and recollections are tied…Hello, you sweet, beloved tree! In the midst of winter you bring us the evergreen smell of the forests and, drenched in little lights, you delight the children's gaze, just as according to ancient legend you brought joy to the gaze of the Holy Infant. Our family had a custom for major holidays to make each other presents, surprises, to unexpectedly bring great happiness and joy. Each quietly prepared his handmade gift; we memorized poems; for the New Year and for Easter we placed the handmade present under our napkins…We were engrossed in this tradition and it brought us much happiness. The gifts were simple, inexpensive but they caused much delight.
My favorite story in the collection is, not surprisingly, from Chekhov who is the undisputed master of the short story. In "A Woman's Kingdom," he gives us the character of Anna Akimovna who, despite living in a lavish mansion and being surrounded by wealth and luxury, suffers from a deep loneliness. Anna's parents and uncle are deceased and at the age of twenty-six she is an heiress and the reluctant owner of a large factory. Other than an old aunt who lives in the lower part of her home, Anna has no other relatives and has not married or had any children.
When Christmas comes around Anna is surrounded by people who pay their respects to her as a member of the upper class and as a prominent owner of a successful factory. Many people beg her for money which makes her feel uncomfortable and perplexed as to how best to help the lower classes. Chekov vividly sets the perfect festive scene in his story as Anna dons her most beautiful dress, greets dozens of guests, and has a lavish dinner with rich food, wine and vodka. Even though Anna is surrounded by people and engages in a variety of holiday activities that would be the envy of many, she is always the loneliest person in the room. Throughout the course of Christmas Day as Anna is taking part in the festivities, she begins to think about one of the factory workers she has recently met and experiences feelings of hope about the prospect of getting married.
A lawyer who is an old family friend visits for Christmas dinner and Anna shares her feelings of loneliness with him. He offers this humorous and hopeful advice to Anna:
The fin de siècle woman—I mean when she is young, and of course wealthy—must be independent, clever, elegant, intellectual, bold and a little depraved. Depraved within limits, a little. For excess, you know, is wearisome. You ought not to vegetate, my dear; You ought not to live like everyone else, but to get the full savor of life, and a slight flavor of depravity is the sauce of life. Revel among flowers of intoxicating fragrance, breathe the perfume of musk, eat hashish, and best of all, love, love, love…To begin with, in your place I would set up seven lovers—one for each day of the week…
Anna's retort is that she is "lonely, lonely as the moon in the sky, and a waning moon too…" The only thing in the world that will make her happy, Anna believes, is a deep and abiding love that comes with a marriage. Chekov makes the point that all of our feelings and emotions—hope, love, kindness, compassion, loneliness— are heightened and even exasperated during the holidays. Anna feels her loneliness more keenly as she greets her guests, but she also feels more hopeful that she will find true love. As Christmas Day ends, however, and the clock strikes midnight, Anna loses hope for marrying a factory worker and becomes resigned to her loneliness.
I especially enjoyed the Christmas settings in these stories which described celebrations among family and friends, interesting holiday traditions, cold and snowy weather, and a spirit of hope. New Vessel Press, one of my favorite small presses, has published their first hard cover book filled with stories from Russian masters who show us what it means to celebrate a very Russian Christmas.
I would like to wish all of my readers, followers, fellow bloggers, and bibliophiles a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
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My Literary jouissance of 2016
This year has been a tough one for many reasons. It is hard to believe that there could be a "best of" list for anything related to 2016 and I really wasn't going to bother making a book list. But Grant from 1st Reading twisted my arm a bit and I was reminded that if there is one thing that kept me moving forward in 2016 it was the plethora of fantastic books I came across this year.
The French philosopher Jean-Luc Nancy, in his most recent book entitled Coming, explores the French word jouissance (pleasure) and the similarities between sexual pleasure and artistic pleasure. Sexual jouissance and orgasm are irresistible desires for humans which we can never fully satisfy and thus we are constantly coming back and reaching for The Other. Nancy argues that even when an artist produces a jouissance in his or her viewers, there is always a constantly renewed dissatisfaction that keeps the artist working again and again. I would extend Nancy's argument about renewed desire and satisfaction to include Bibliophiles such as myself who wallow in the aftermath of a great piece of literature. We, as avid readers, are always attempting to renew that high, that euphoria, that bliss which slowly creeps up on us when we close the last page of a great book. Some of us, after a good read, might even have the same expression on our faces as Caravaggio's Ecstasy of Mary Magdalene which is depicted on the cover of Nancy's book. So the list of books below were the ones that brought me jouissance this year; or if I may be so bold as to say they were the standout books that caused me to experience a literary orgasm.
Two Lines 25 is published by Two Lines Press and this 192-page volume contains fascinating literature translated from Bulgarian, Chinese, French, German, Hebrew, Japanese, Korean, Norwegian, Russian and Spanish. What excited me most about this collection is that it introduced me to the philosophy and writings of Jean-Luc Nancy.
The writing of Jean-Luc Nancy is one of my favorite literary and philosophical discoveries this year. I have read three of his books: Corpus, Listening and Coming. His philosophy explores what it means to be human and he deals with subjects of touching, listening, desiring and loving. My review of Coming will be out next month and I have so many thoughts about this slim volume that is only 168 pages.
Oblivion by Sergei Lebedev is a haunting reflection on what life was like for the author during the years of the Soviet Union. Lebedev's prose is dense and poetic and so thoughtful that I found myself rereading entire sections of the book multiple times. I am very excited that Lebedev has another novel forthcoming from New Vessel Press entitled The Year of the Comet.
War Music by Christopher Logue is a book that I dismissed as soon as I saw it in the FS&G catalog because I don't usually read any time of modern retellings of Ancient myths. But Anthony at Times Flow Stemmed had such great things to say about it that I decided to give it a try and I am so glad that I did. I have so many things to say just about the first 50 pages of this book that I am not sure how I am going to handle a review. I am thinking of doing several short pieces on each section of Logue's poem. As far as retellings are concerned, I also discovered Christa Wolf based on his suggestion and I thoroughly enjoyed her Medea and Cassandra.
Seagull Books Catalog. It's unusual to find a catalog on a best of list, but the one that Seagull publishes each year is very special. It includes writing from authors, translators and even bloggers from all over the world. This year I was invited to contribute to the catalog and some of my favorite literary bloggers also have pieces in the catalog. Selections from Roughghosts, Times Flow Stemmed, Tony's Reading List and of shoes 'n ships can all be found in this fabulous collection of art and literature.
The Brother by Rein Raud is a fast-paced, hard-hitting, short book that uses the plot structure of a western as an allegory for demonstrating the balance of good and evil in the world. It my favorite title from Open Letters this year whose books are fantastic.
The Noise of Time by Julian Barnes is a skillfully written and poetic novel which serves as a fictional biography of the Russian composer Dmitri Shostakovich. The ways in which he must navigate his life and his art around the Soviet regime are heartbreaking.
The Parable Book by Per Olov Enquist is a true literary book that reads like philosophy, meditation, autobiography and parable. Sometimes we are given a very specific story from the author's life, other times we are given an unclear stream-of-consciousness narrative, and still at other times we encounter a list of questions that the author poses on an entire page of the book. Enquist gives us the totality of a life that includes pivotal childhood memories, a bout of alcoholism that nearly destroys him, and the reflection of his elderly days during which he is waiting by the river to be taken to the other side. For anyone who enjoys serious literary fiction this book is a must-read. So far the English translation has only been published in the U.K. I am hoping it will also be available here in the U.S. This is a book that I look forward to reading multiple times.
A Lady and Her Husband by Amber Reeves from Persephone Books is a charming and entertaining look into the life of a middle-aged British couple that has been married for twenty-seven years. This book was written in 1914 so it brings up many political and social issues that were relevant at the turn of the last century and which continue to be discussed into the 21st Century. Debates that have taken place during the recent elections in the U.S. have reminded us that women are still paid less than their male counterparts, the minimum wage for workers continues to be too low, and millions of Americans still do not have access to proper healthcare.
Berlin-Hamlet: Poems by Szilárd Borbély is my favorite collection of poetry this year published by NYRB Poetry. The layers of imagery, references and allusions to great figures like Kafka, Walter Benjamin, Attila József and Erno Szép are stunning. I find it so sad and tragic that the author succumbed to his deep sense of sadness and took his own life.
American Philosophy: A Love Story by John Kaag is another work of non-fiction that was one of my favorites this year. Kaag's journey from Hell to Redemption in his own personal life via the 10,000 books in Ernest Hocking's personal library gave me an entirely new appreciation for American philosophers. Kaag also reminds us of the amazing resiliency of the human spirit and that no matter what we might suffer we must keep moving forward.
Filed under British Literature, Classics, Favorites, Literary Fiction, Literature in Translation, New York Review of Books Poetry, Nonfiction, Persephone Books, Philosophy, Poetry, Russian Literature, Seagull Books
Tagged as Fordham University Press, FS&G, Knopf, New Vessel Press, NYRB Poetry, Open Letter Books, Persephone Books, Seagull Books, Two Lines Press


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Police ID suspect in Belmont-area rape, kidnapping
Sex Crimes detectives a short time ago identified Jason Jarrell Williams, 31, as the man suspected of brutally raping, kidnapping and robbing a 25-year-old Belmont-area woman this morning.
Police ID suspect in Belmont-area rape, kidnapping Sex Crimes detectives a short time ago identified Jason Jarrell Williams, 31, as the man suspected of brutally raping, kidnapping and robbing a 25-year-old Belmont-area woman this morning. Check out this story on Tennessean.com: http://tnne.ws/2noMVBI
Natalie Neysa Alund, USA TODAY NETWORK – Tennessee Published 5:20 p.m. CT March 27, 2017 | Updated 8:55 p.m. CT March 27, 2017
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Metro police sex crimes detectives have identified Jason Jarrell Williams, 31, as the man suspected of brutally raping, kidnapping and robbing a 25-year-old Belmont-area woman Monday morning, authorities said.
Arrest warrants charging Williams with especially aggravated rape, aggravated kidnapping and aggravated robbery were being obtained late Monday afternoon, police spokesman Don Aaron said.
Williams, who is believed to be homeless, remained at large as of about 9 p.m.
Police say Williams is known to walk in the Belmont/Vanderbilt/West End Avenue areas, as well as the Nolensville Pike/McIver Street area in Woodbine.
Aaron said officers throughout the city are on the lookout for Williams. He is last known to have been wearing a red letterman-type jacket with white sleeves, jeans and red shoes.
The victim from Monday morning reported that she was awakened about 4 a.m. by a man armed with what is believed to have been a razorblade.
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The door to the victim's Portland Avenue apartment may have been unlocked, allowing his entry, Aaron said. Williams is accused of inflicting superficial cuts to the victim before repeatedly sexually assaulting her.
He then made her leave the apartment and ride with him in her vehicle to a SunTrust ATM on 21st Avenue, where she was made to withdraw cash at 5:12 a.m. Police say he then made the victim ride with him to McIver Street off Nolensville Pike in the Woodbine area where he exited the car. She telephoned 911 at 5:50 a.m. after he got out.
Aaron said detectives Chuck Fleming, Woodrow Ledford, and their colleagues have been developing information and working leads in this investigation throughout the day and have closely viewed video evidence from the ATM's surveillance system. They determined Williams is very likely the same man who was being sought by Vanderbilt University Police for stealing an unattended backpack from the lobby of Wilson Hall on the Vanderbilt campus on March 22. He was reportedly sleeping in the lobby prior to the theft.
Anyone with information about Williams' whereabouts is asked to call 615-862-8600 or Crime Stoppers at 615-742-7463. Electronic tips can also be sent by texting the word "CASH" along with the message to 274637 (CRIMES), or online at www.nashvillecrimestoppers.com.
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NASA's latest tech investments include shapeshifters and biobots
NASA is no stranger to backing unusual technology if it'll help with exploring
NASA is no stranger to backing unusual technology if it'll help with exploring the cosmos, and its latest move is proof of that adventurous mindset. The administration has invested in 25 "early-stage" tech proposals that could improve both human and robotic exploration, and some of them are particularly inventive. The Shapeshifter concept you see above, for instance, envisions a horde of robots that combine into different forms to explore virtually every surface on Saturn's moon Titan. It could form an aircraft for high-altitude missions, a ball on the ground or a torpedo for under-liquid expeditions.
Another proposal, Biobot, would offload some of an astronauts' life support and consumables to a companion robot tethered by an umbilical system. While it might seem disconcerting to trust your survival on a hostile world to a robot, the machine could let explorers last for days before returning to base. They could even use the mechanized helper to haul gear and communicate with people back on Earth.
Other projects include Marsbee (a swarm of flying robots that would assist Mars rovers), SPARROW (a steam-propelled robot for exploring oceans) and PROCSIMA (beamed propulsion for interstellar missions).
The initial investments dole out $125,000 each over the space of nine months to help determine the feasibility of the concepts. If the projects are viable, the teams can apply for a second phase to further develop their work. We'd expect only some of these concepts to make the initial cut, let alone reach real-world use, but they illustrate NASA's thinking — it's willing to try oddball ideas if they solve problems more effectively than conventional technology.
This article originally appeared on Engadget.
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Trayvon Martin Case: Jailhouse Calls From Zimmerman To Wife Released
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"In a half dozen phone calls between a locked-up George Zimmerman and his wife, the couple talk about their love for each other, their confidence in the future and how to move around money," the Orlando Sentinel writes.
Zimmerman also tells his wife to purchase protective vests "for them and for his attorney," as The Associated Press reports.
"We need to get on it ASAP, cause you know the ... the ... personally I want you wearing one," Zimmerman told his wife Shellie on April 16.
"As uncomfortable as it is, I want you wearing one," he adds.
Recordings and transcripts of the calls were released this morning by the office of Special Prosecutor Angela Corey, who is pursuing a second-degree murder charge against Zimmerman for the Feb. 26 death of Florida teenager Trayvon Martin.
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Shellie Zimmerman, in a handout from the Seminole County Sheriff's Office.
Zimmerman, a neighborhood watch volunteer, has pleaded innocent and says that he acted in self defense. Trayvon's family and supporters say the 17-year-old African-American youth was a victim of racial profiling and that Zimmerman should not have followed the unarmed teen through a Sanford, Fla., neighborhood.
According to the Sentinel, "in a call [on] April 12, the day after his arrest, Zimmerman says he is thrilled by all the money and support his website has generated. ... 'There are people in America that care,' he said."
The newspaper adds that:
"Prosecutors in the past two weeks had released a good bit of information about the jailhouse calls. That's because they used them to convince Circuit Judge Kenneth Lester Jr. to lock Zimmerman back in jail and to charge Shellie Zimmerman with perjury.
"Corey's office alleges that Shellie Zimmerman knew she and her husband had access to $155,000 that had been donated by supporters responding to his request for help on a website.
"But when she was asked about it April 20 at his bond hearing, she said the couple was broke."
According to the AP, "prosecutors say the calls show George and Shellie Zimmerman knew that roughly $135,000 had been raised by the site."
Last week, Shellie Zimmerman was charged with making a false statement concerning their finances.
Reuters deputy social media editor Matthew Keys has posted transcripts of the calls here.


This post has got later and later in the making but it's finally here. I didn't get to go home for Mother's Day as my Mum was picking me up 3 days later for my Easter Holidays. Somewhere I've been wanting to try for ages is Jameson's Cafe and Tea Room, it's a couple of miles away from where I live in Sheffield so is easiest accessed by car as I can't get a direct bus. Therefore I thought it was the perfect opportunity to go last Wednesday.
It was extremely busy which really surprised me for a weekday but they managed to squeeze us in just before a huge group they had booked in for later in the afternoon.
Firstly we ordered some tea - Earl Grey for Mum and Green Tea with Moroccan Mint for me. I'm not a fan of standard black tea but I really love herbal teas. I loved all the chinaware and the decor really reminded me of my late grandparents house.
They do several different options for afternoon tea but we went for the Traditional in order to not eat TOO much. I say this, there was still a lot of food.
Egg Mayo and Cheese Sandwiches followed by a fruit scone for me and chocolate and cherry scone for Mum.
Then we were offered cake if we could fit it in (of course we could). There were so many different options of cake and they were all on display in the main room - unfortunately I didn't get a picture but you can check them all out on their Instagram - Jamesonstearooms. After much deliberation I had White Chocolate and Raspberry and Mum had Rhubarb Crumble Cake. Both were incredibly light and the buttercream was lovely (can I have the recipe?!).
All the staff were lovely and so accommodating and I really hope I can go back soon. I loved the look of the cake tapas(!!) - 8 smaller slices of cake.


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A: First of all, displayAvatarURL is a function, not a property. Second of all, message.member returns a GuildMember. However, displayAvatarURL only works on a User object (see this post for more details). Instead, use message.author:
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£9.50 Hols
Inside the abandoned hotel resort that was once so luxurious it had a 'champagne swimming pool and unlimited lobster'
Kara Godfrey
HALUDOVO Palace Hotel was once a luxury resort in Croatia, boasting limitless champagne, tax-free gambling and sexy female staff.
However, just one year after opening, it went bankrupt - before being abandoned years later due to lack of funding and a civil war.
A hotel in Croatia was once a luxury resort for the wealthy and famousCredit: Alamy
The hotel opened on the island of Krk in 1972, when Croatia was still part of Yugoslavia.
Penthouse magazine founder Bob Guccione invested $45m (£34m) into the resort, adding the Penthouse Adriatic Club Casino.
He had hoped to inspire relations between the US and Yugoslavia by encouraging Americans to visit the island.
It was perfectly timed following the opening of Rijeka airport in 1971, which was just 15 minutes away from the resort.
Inside the hotel were cocktail bars, saunas, golf courses, tennis courts and swimming pools with one rumoured to be full of champagne.
The Haludovo Palace Hotel opened in 1972 in Krk
However, the owner went bankrupt a year laterCredit: Wikipedia
It was abandoned in the 1990s following civil warCredit: Alamy
Despite the country being communist at the time, foreign visitors were able to flock to the hotel to enjoy a hedonistic lifestyle of partying, drinking and gambling - the latter of which the locals were banned from participating in.
According to Balkan Insight, guests were thought to have eaten 100kg of lobster and 11 pounds of caviar every day, with hundreds of bottles of champagne to wash it all down.
One of the most famous people to have stayed at the hotel was Iraqi dictator Saddam Hussein.
Staff at the hotel were reportedly called Penthouse "Pets" and wore French maid uniforms while they kept the champagne flowing.
However, the hotel went bankrupt within a year.
The hotel was built on the Croatian island KrkCredit: Getty - Contributor
Gambling, drinking and partying was encouraged
The staff were called Penthouse Pets and wore skimpy outfits
Guests from the US were the main target audience
The hotel is now in ruins with broken glass and graffiti throughoutCredit: Alamy
The hotel continued to operate for another two decades, despite losing some of its reputation for luxury.
But in the 1990s, when the civil war broke out, the number of tourists plummeted.
The hotel even housed refuges between 1991 and 1995.
But eventually, the hotel became abandoned.
Since then, the ruins have become a popular place for tourists looking for abandoned places even though it no longer has any furniture.
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And broken glass and graffiti are now everywhere in what's left.
Many attempts to restore the resort followed, although most parts of the hotel were sold off to private companies at a low cost.
The most recent attempt to re-open the hotel was in 2018 but permission was denied when it was decided that the majority of the coastline would have to be closed during the $300m (£232) renovations.
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