Moribund Dirt

I don't often delve into detail here. I lack the initiative. I would like to stress the significance, regardless, of the Leningrad section of Serge's Unforgiving Years. The shrill detail digs into the reader, lodging within like some punitive treatment, Kafkan or otherwise. There is a feel for the bunker mentality that clamors of authenticity. This recalls the conversations on the Volga in Grossman's Life and Fate. If I could ever act on my character I would hope it would be in the manner of Serge's Daria, the link with the undercover milieu of the novel's opening section in Paris.