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...summer sky still breaks over the land in splinters of green, gold or luminous waves of grey, staining the hills blue and purple and vermilion, heaping the valleys with shimmering veils of mist. In that weird, wet Atlantic light-or so they say-the swarthy chieftains and pale queens who once ruled the five kingdoms of Celtic Ireland still clatter across country. As the island's endless sleight-of-sky creates and dissolves horizons, the landscape seems dreamily unreal. The reality of Ireland is special: it lies on a border region where tragedy and laughter, jollity and gloom, hell...
...runs off into a swamp, the dawn mist floating in tatters through the dead trees. Ivan is a spy. For two years, he has been foraging information behind the Nazi lines, living on scraps and courage. Vengeance sustains him too, for at twelve, gaunt and pale, his whole reason for choosing this frightening life is to make the enemy pay for murdering his family. Arriving finally at a Russian outpost, Ivan (Kolya Burlaiev) is brought before a young lieutenant. He refuses to identify himself, insisting arrogantly that the officer "call up HQ and tell them that Bondarev is here...
...surprise of the city, the quiet Vatican diplomat became a pastoral whirlwind. He visited Milan's Communist districts, calmly asked for workers' suggestions as to where they would like their new church built. Greeted with jeers and catcalls, he would advance with a sad smile on his pale face, hand half outstretched. Again and again, even lifelong Communists would find themselves kneeling to kiss the episcopal ring. He befriended Milan's business community, yet he was also known as "the workers' archbishop." On his visits to factories, mines and office buildings, he always carried a portable...
Thus, while he stood last week in the doorway of the university building in which the students were to register, Wallace was visibly pale and trembly...
Vladimir Nabokov has the gift of tongue-specifically Russian and English. Famed for his novels in his second tongue (notably Pale Fire and Lolita), Nabokov has now released the English translation (which is partly his own) of The Gift, which is the last novel he wrote-26 years ago-in his native Russian. Without being a great book, it is clearly a book by a great writer; each sentence delights the ear or some area of the mind...