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"Kaput"
Curzio Malaparte
St Eve:
I am working my way into "Kaput."
You and the blurb writers describe it as a hellish description of the Eastern Front, and the depravity of man.
Although I am not far in, perhaps 60 pages, I am reading a master of description. Sights, smells, the deep Finnish forest, the endless lake, night and dawn--a master. There has been only a hint of what is to come, and because of my recognition of Malaparte's extraordinary power I am afraid.
Why is it that I shrink from artistic renderings of horrors, as in film or books, but at the same time I feel that in reality I would have little difficulty in living through them?
I know I have asked this question before; but why is that I might cry at a sentimental commercial but not at the side of an accident victim or a homeless woman?
mek
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
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