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The girl on the train
\"Rachel takes the same commuter train every morning. Every day she rattles down the track, flashes past a stretch of cozy suburban homes, and stops at the signal that allows her to daily watch the same couple breakfasting on their deck. She's even started to feel like she knows them ... Their life--as she sees it--is perfect. Not unlike the life she recently lost. And then she sees something shocking. It's only a minute until the train moves on, but it's enough. Now everything's changed. Unable to keep it to herself, Rachel offers what she knows to the police, and becomes inextricably entwined in what happens next, as well as in the lives of everyone involved. Has she done more harm than good?\"--Amazon.com.
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Fiction as Mapmaking: Moscow as Ivan Bunin's Russian Memory Palace
In his fiction written from the 1920s through 1940s Ivan Bunin set a number of stories in Moscow, naming specific places, many of which were closed or destroyed after the 1917 Revolution by the Soviet regime or by Nazi bombing during World War II. In so doing, Bunin used Moscow to map the cultural memory of the Russian emigration, with the ancient city of Moscow standing as its “memory palace” while contributing to the “Moscow text.“ In his 1944 story “Cleansing Monday,” in particular, Bunin conducted this mnemonic project on three levels: historical, spiritual, and didactic. He did so for both a Russian readership—his compatriots abroad and potential (future) readers back home—and a foreign audience increasingly interested in Russia. Through close reading of the story, diary entries, and Bunin's biography, this article explores the idea of a memory palace and four specific memory images, comparing Bunin's depiction of Russia to a 1915 depiction by English traveler Stephen Graham.
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Down station
A small group of commuters and tube workers witness a fiery apocalypse overtaking London. They make their escape through a service tunnel. Reaching a door they step through ... and find themselves on a wild shore backed by cliffs and rolling grassland. The way back is blocked. Making their way inland they meet a man dressed in a wolf's cloak and with wolves by his side. He speaks English and has heard of a place called London - other people have arrived here down the ages - all escaping from a London that is burning. None of them have returned. Except one - who travels between the two worlds at will. The group begin a quest to find this one survivor; the one who holds the key to their return and to the safety of London. And as they travel this world, meeting mythical and legendary creatures, split between North and South by a mighty river and bordered by The White City and The Crystal Palace they realise they are in a world defined by all the London's there have ever been. Reminiscent of Michael Moorcock and Julian May this a grand and sweeping science fantasy built on the ideas, the legends, the memories of every London there has ever been.
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Transnational Romance, Terror, and Heroism: Russia in American Popular Fiction, 1860–1917
Scholars of Russian-American relations in the late nineteenth century have long been concerned with the personalities and writings of university-based experts, journalists, diplomats, and political activists. We are well acquainted with the observations of various American commentators on the backward state of Russian state, society, economy, and politics. While the activities of prominent men such as George Kennan have effortlessly dominated the historical agenda, the negative discourses that they produced about Russia have subsumed other important American representations of the country. Since the period of early modern history, European travelers had seen Russia as a barbarous land of slave-like people, responsive only to the persuasions of the whip and the knout wielded by an autocratic tsar. Subsequently, Larry Wolff has shown that Voltaire and other Enlightenment philosophers created images of a despotic and backward Eastern Europe in order to validate the idea of a progressive, enlightened, and civilized Western Europe.
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I see you
A dark and claustrophobic thriller in which a normal, everyday woman becomes trapped in the confines of her normal, everyday world. Every morning and evening, Zoe Walker takes the same route to the train station, waits at a certain place on the platform, and finds her favorite spot in the car, never suspecting that someone is watching her. During her commute home one night, while glancing through her local paper, Zoe sees a grainy photo of her own face staring back at her, along with a phone number and listing for a website called findtheone.com. Other women begin appearing in the same ad, a different one every day, and Zoe realizes they've become the victims of increasingly violent crimes. With the help of a determined cop, she uncovers the ad's twisted purpose ... a discovery that turns her paranoia into full-blown panic. Zoe is sure that someone close to her has set her up as the next target. And now that man on the train--the one smiling at Zoe from across the car--could be more than just a friendly stranger.
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This bus terminates at Purgatory
Earlier in the day, reading Steven Poole's non-fiction round-up in the Guardian, I learned that according to John T Cacioppo and William Patrick, \"loneliness harms cognitive functioning, the immune system, and even the expression of DNA in cells\". What's all that about? The long and winding road So these buses wind their tortuous way through the darkness, and sometimes the driver gets the name of the Tube station he's stopping at correct, and sometimes he doesn't, and London gets shittier and shittier, and the people on the bus don't look right, either they're all people who wanted to avoid getting on a bus in the first place - and I have a sneaking feeling that if my brother and his lovely wife did not live in Dollis Hill, then I would probably never go to Dollis Hill of my own free will.
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Train weasels
I like to think that the weasels and I share no interests. I've never seen one of them reading a noir novel, for example, but, of course, they have little time for fiction, what with all the getting and spending they're doing. And I'm dead certain their favorite Democratic candidate in the upcoming election isn't Mike Gravel. Ah, but the sad fact is the train weasels and I do like some of the same stuff.
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