by emmaV | Aug 13, 2013 | Blogs, emmaV, Essays
I used to live on a small lake (or, arguably, a large pond) that was choking in lily pads. It seems that one of the neighbors, back in the 40’s, had decided to beautify her back yard by planting some lily pads in the lake. The lily pads liked it there so much that,...
by emmaV | Aug 2, 2013 | Blogs, emmaV
The title of this book gives a clue to its structure. Like real memory, it is shaped by sharply-focused bits and pieces — little stories about this English governess or that, his demented grandfather. What emerges is a picture of pre-Bolshevik Russian landed...
