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Monday, 19 May 2025

«Под знаком -нео»: вышла!

Так, ну что) у вашей покорной вышла тут долгожданная статья в коллективной монографии, которая смогла состояться только лишь благодаря усилиям прекрасной Вероники Зусевой-Озкан, за что я ей бесконечно признательна. Даже не верится, что мой кропотливый труд многих месяцев, долго ждавший своего часа, наконец-то, увидел свет. Ура! Неплохой подарок к грядущему пятидесятилетию, я считаю)



Friday, 16 May 2025

“Siena: the Rise of Painting” (The National Gallery)

Before meeting with our friends, we had some time to finally attend a much anticipated exhibition that is still going on* at the National Gallery, “Siena: the Rise of Painting”: it was, without a doubt, absolutely splendid.
The exhibition covers one of my most beloved periods in Italian art, and mediaeval art in particular, the Trecento, when the traces of the mighty Byzantium empire are fading, starting to form what we call now a Western art canon. Duccio di Buoninsegna, the founder of the Sienese school, was the one who made— and established—that unmistakable golden hue on tempera to look simultaneously divine and vigorously alive; his apprentices and followers, Simone Martini (the one whom Petrarch asked to create the portrait of his Muse, Laura), the Lorenzetti brothers and others, continued and developed his art ethos.

Saturday, 10 May 2025

“Night visions: fantastic gloomth: Victor Hugo the artist” by James Hall (TLS)

Fuseli? Walpole? Hugo!
The drawings of Victor Hugo (1802–85), of which about 3,000 survive, mark the smouldering confluence of night scenes and night drawing. Hugo began making caricatures c.1830, then drew landscape views and architecture for his own amusement and as a kind of spiritual exercise. Technically daring and courting accident, they were made on his travels, at home with his wife and children, during seances, but mostly on the dining-room table of his lifelong lover, the actress Juliette Drouet, who followed him into exile in Jersey and Guernsey (1852–70). Only a handful of the seventy-seven drawings in an impressively lugubrious show at the Royal Academy look as though they were made during the day. They are early travel sketches, tremulously wiry architectural bits and bobs, gothicky but insufficiently picturesque to be “ye olde” or “pre-loved”. Daylight strips them down to “poor, bare, forked” things, vivisections revealing shameful dilapidation and structural nervous exhaustion. The author of Notre-Dame de Paris (1831) was a pioneering advocate of preserving and restoring gothic buildings, but artistically he was half in love with their decline and death. ©

Thursday, 8 May 2025

VE Day-2025

In Retrospect

The world asks a great deal of the poppies,
insists they carry the wounds of war
and shoulder the weight of remembrance.
Such flimsy, wavering plants;
we painted their flowers the colour of blood
and punched dark holes in their heads
as if bullets had passed through,
then trimmed them with green sprigs of hope.
And from deep in the seeds we concocted
the essence of sleep and dreams and resting-in-peace.
Almost weightless even in full bloom
we made them souls, the poppies, souls
of those who we lost, and – let it be said –
those who we killed.

Sunday, 4 May 2025

“Empire’s fall: The shifting boundaries of Russian literature” by Boris Dralyuk (TLS)

I should ask Prof. Franklin about this volume next time I see him.
The first of the strands is organized around “Movements”, in which the contributors subtly challenge and revise the traditional scheme of periodization favoured by Moser, acknowledging from the outset, for instance, that the texts of the “Age of Devotion” – treated with supreme nuance by Franklin – are the shared inheritance of the Russian, Ukrainian and Belarusian cultures, not merely the first stage in the development of Russian literature [...] ©

Friday, 2 May 2025

Wednesday, 30 April 2025

“Harsh Sentences: H. P. Lovecraft v. Ernest Hemingway”: a brilliant comparative essay from Deepcuts

TWIMC. Just a friendly reminder of how a picture perfect article in comparative studies must look like. Impeccably done: chapeau, Bobby Dee.

For H. P. Lovecraft, missing Hemingway would have been much more difficult—nor did he. Though they were very different in their fictional focus, output, and success, Lovecraft and Hemingway were still contemporaries, and there are a number of references to Hemingway and his works in Lovecraft’s letters. These mentions of Ernest Hemingway, who had not yet become “Papa” of later years, reflect more on Lovecraft than on Hemingway himself, but show Lovecraft both coming to grips with a Modern writer of very different style and interests and how Hemingway’s influence spread.

Trends come from deeper sources than what is written on the surface of literature, and the average domestic adjustments of 1980 or 2030 will not depend on the question of whether Ernest Hemingway is suppressed or encouraged in 1930.
—H. P. Lovecraft to Maurice W. Moe, June 1930?, LMM 267


Tuesday, 29 April 2025

So, since L. is an FRS, he got an invitation to the annual July soirée with the endnote: “Carriages at 10 p.m.”
What it means is that the soirée itself will be over at ten (with no carriages waiting for you), but I love that instead of saying “you’ll be kicked out,” the organisers are using a dainty euphemism. Nice!

Thursday, 24 April 2025

A Gothic Machen-esque/Jamesian hauntological travelog that I briefly mentioned in March, is finally here. The chapter that immediately drew my attention was the one about Sebald’s Land: so far so good.