Responsible Loss

My reading of Foundation Pit appears to linger, if to savor the text as well as sift through its effluvial decay. The thought chanced by that t was similar to both the Bitov and the Yevtuschenko that I read from the 1980s (as opposed to Y's excellent Don't Die Before You're Dead) and that there is somnabulistic, near-undead quality to the ruminations of the characters. The more that such was pondered (a character in the Platonov muses whether "truth is a class enemy") the more pre-Soviet examples ascended into view. There was the wonderful voices of disbeleief in Turgenev's Smoke for instance. Reality is too often more than our ability to parrot.