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Although my wife and I went to western Massachusetts to visit my youngest daughter at UMass, I think my daughter has her doubts about my purpose for the trip. I’m pretty sure she’s convinced I only went there to watch a college hockey game and find bookstores. In fact, at one point, she commented that it was kin to being on a bookstore tour of New England.

Truth be told, I was actually fairly well behaved. I hit six bookstores between when we arrived late Thursday afternoon and when we left Monday morning. And I only came home with four new (to me) books, all from independent bookstores. Still, my daughter (herself a book addict) thought the slogan of the Montague Bookmill, located in a more than 165-year-old grist mil lon the Sawmill River, fit me perfectly: “Books you don’t need in a place you can’t find.” And showing she’s as guilty as I am, while I bought a book there so did she.

Not counting the two chains I wandered into, a bought a book each at the two used bookstores, the new and used bookstore and the not-for-profit, workers’ collective bookstore. (Because the last is struggling a bit, I bought a full-priced new book there and also made a donation to help support it.) So, as my daughter noted at one point, I’d had a near perfect 24 hours in which I got to three bookstores and saw a hockey game. I should also probably mention that with airport and travel time, my Nook got it’s heaviest use to date.

And, yes, we spent a lot of time with our daughter. In fact, we also had dinner at the home of the instructor for whom she’s a teaching assistant this year, met friends and professors and had an enjoyable time seeing her in what has turned out to be the perfect college fit for her. Oh. And did I mention bookstores and hockey?

By the way, not only did I find the Bookmill, I did “need” the book I bought.


What I say is, a town isn’t a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it’s got a bookstore, it knows it’s not fooling a soul.

Neil Gaiman, American Gods

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  • Travel results in a somewhat skewed edition. When I finally got to check my RSS reader, there were close to 2,000 items. “Skimming” them might be an exaggeration. On the good side, though, I went to a college hockey game for the first time since the 2008 Frozen Four.

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Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.

Paul Theroux

Friday Follies 2.34

Gotta love them pro se litigants. From a complaint filed in federal court in Oregon: “Plaintiff shall henceforth refer to self as litigant since she is defendant, appellant or plaintiff, depending on which shyster-vermin she is dealing with. Litigant files this response to the order filed by Docket Clerk Brinn and signed by USDC-OR Magistrate Coffin deeming all pending motions… moot since the frocked cowfucker in San Francisco denied the plaintiff’s appeal.”

A personal injury law firm has opened an office in Connecticut with a drive-thru window. (via)

Also in Connecticut, a man who says he was “comforting” some horses after they were scared by loud noises was charged with animal cruelty and sexual contact after admitting he may have put his fingers inside one of the horses. (via)

The county prosecutor in Detroit is advocating a law that would jail parents who skip parent-teacher conferences. (via)

An attorney for the New Jersey Department of Human Services has been censured for stealing from a blind vendor.


Ignorance, when it is voluntary, is criminal.

Samuel Johnson, Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia

Book Review: The Road by Vasily Grossman

Given American popular literature today, perhaps a person first seeing Vasily Grossman’s The Road on the bookshelves could be excused if they first wonder if it is vampire or zombie-laden mashup of Cormac McCarthy’s award-winning novel of the same name. Yet readers who actually pick up the book and explore it will discern that this collection of short stories, journalism and essays can take English-speaking readers along the road of an entirely different national experience and culture.

Grossman holds a place in Russian journalism and literature unlike that of any American writer. Despite the fact it was seized by the KGB and suppressed in the Soviet Union until after his death, the Ukrainian native’s epic World War II novel, Life and Fate led to comparisons to Leo Tolstoy and War and Peace. Grossman’s status as a reporter during World War II might arguably be compared to that of Ernie Pyle in the United States. And the short stories in The Road plainly have echoes of Anton Chekhov and Grossman’s contemporary, Isaak Babel. In trying to capture Grossman with his shorter works, Robert Chandler, who edited the collection and translated the material with his wife and Olga Mukovnikova, breaks them down to writings from before, during and after World War II.

The book opens with “In the Town of Berdichev,” a short story based in the town in which he was born. Written in 1934, the story of a female commissar during the 1919-1921 Polish-Soviet war who is billeted with a local family to give birth is indicative of Grossman’s style and approach. The focus is on people and place while recognizing that neither has real context absent the recent and current events that have impacted both them and their society. One of Grossman’s most popular stories, it also served as the basis for Commissar, a film made in the Soviet Union in 1967 but suppressed until 1988 and the era of perestroika.

As with all Soviet citizens, Grossman’s life and career path were interrupted by World War II. He became a reporter for the army newspaper Red Star and ended up covering many of the most significant moments of the war. Grossman was in Stalingrad. He was one of the first reporters to enter the Treblinka death camp. He covered the fall of Berlin. Those experiences work their way into his short stories and essays. Coming in the midst of the war, the 1942 short story “The Old Man” has a propagandistic bent in looking at the life of villagers during the German invasion of Russia. “The Old Teacher,” meanwhile, not only does the same but is a story that directly takes on the massacre of Jews during the war.

Yet the true impact of the war is seen in the two non-fiction pieces in this section. “The Hell of Treblinka,” published in late 1944, was one of the first articles written in any language about the Nazi death camps. It was, in fact, translated and used in the Nuremberg trials after the war. Although later investigation and research would show that some of Grossman wrote was erroneous, it remains a compelling account of coming face to face with virtually unimaginable horror. In detailing the “conveyor-belt” approach toward the processing and murder of thousands, Grossman writes:

Astonishingly, the brute beasts were able to make use of everything. Leather, paper, cloth — everything of use to man was of use to these beasts. It was only the most precious valuable in the world — human life — that they trampled beneath their boots.

More than a decade later, the mental images remained. In 1955, Grossman wrote “The Sistine Madonna,” an essay based on a Madonna by Raphael he saw while on display in Moscow. To him, the Madonna becomes not only a mother and child at the Treblinka gas chambers, she is present for the Ukrainian famines brought about by the Soviet farm collectivization and Stalin’s Great Purges of the late 1930, a mother who must live and raise a child in “a time when people led wolfish lives and wolves lived like people.” Coming in the mid-1950s, that essay also hints at Grossman’s change in status. As a reporter, he was a leading beacon for the Soviet state. But Grossman becomes disenchanted with the Soviet cause, something his writing begins to reflect. He begins to slide into disfavor and, ultimately, his novels face not only resistance but outright suppression.

Still, Grossman continued to write about and view life through the prism of recent history. For example, “Mama” is based on the true story of a girl adopted from an orphanage by a leading figure of Stalin’s security police who ends up back in the orphanage when her parents are swept up in one of Stalin’s purges. Likewise, while “Living Space” is but two and a half pages, it tells the status of those released from Stalin’s gulag after his death in a way perhaps nothing else can.

There’s also a somewhat different Grossman in these later stories. The title story looks at the struggle, pain and suffering of war through the eyes and philosophical musings of mule pulling a munitions cart. “The Dog” is about the relationship between a mutt called Pestrushka, the first living creature to be launched into space and return, and the Soviet scientist in charge of the mission. Although markedly different from Grossman’s early work, they still explore the human condition in the context of events that seem beyond our control.

The New York Review Books Classics and Chandler have done a wonderful job of bringing Life and Fate and Grossman’s last novel, Everything Flows, to American readers over the last four years. The Road is a more than worthy addition to that effort.


The terrible question has to be asked: “Cain, where are they? Where are the people you brought here?”

“The Hell of Treblinka,” Vasily Grossman, The Road

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Robert Heinlein, Time Enough for Love