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Joseph Stalin with his daughter Svetlana, 1935.<\/p><\/div>\n

Shortly after moving to New York, I found a used copy of Twenty Letters to a Friend<\/i>, a memoir, written in 1963, by Svetlana Alliluyeva, Stalin\u2019s daughter. It\u2019s an unlikely book, to say the least\u2014she condemns Communism, details her father\u2019s agonizing death, and tries to come to terms with her own, very particular Stalinist experience\u2014and it fed my budding fascination with Soviet cultural history. Nicholas Thompson\u2019s essay in the March 31 issue of The New Yorker<\/i><\/a>, which describes his friendship with Alliluyeva and her experiences\u00a0in the United States, was a reminder of how that bizarre, late Soviet period had first piqued my interest. I\u2019d never read, though, about Alliluyeva\u2019s encounter with Frank Lloyd Wright\u2019s widow, Olgivanna, an adherent of the theosophist G.I. Gurdjieff. Oligvanna believed\u00a0Alliluyeva\u00a0to be the reincarnation of her daughter, also named Svetlana, and wanted her to marry the dead woman\u2019s husband; she did.\u00a0It\u2019s the kind of thoroughly weird story that couldn\u2019t possibly be true, but then, this is<\/em> Stalin\u2019s daughter.\u00a0\u2014Nicole Rudick<\/b><\/p>\n

After receiving two uncomprehending reviews in the New York Times<\/i>, Jenny Offill\u2019s novel Department of Speculation<\/i> has finally gotten the kind of attention it deserves, first from James Wood in\u00a0The New Yorker<\/a><\/i>\u00a0and now from Elaine Blair in\u00a0The New York Review of Books<\/a><\/i>. The latter is actually more than a review; it\u2019s a brief and startling essay on the place of adultery in fiction today. Of the marriage in Department of Speculation<\/i>, Blair writes, \u201cHow can a relationship so intensely intimate and companionable seem so easily soluble? And what is that other thing, extramarital sex, that has everyone quickly making contingency plans to jump ship? The wife and husband\u2019s exemplary, perhaps even ideal, modern marriage is a form of personal gratification\u2014a nonbinding choice that is very much bound up with the ego.\u201d When Blair writes about fiction, she writes about life, which in some moods seems to me the only way to do it. Read an excerpt of Offill\u2019s novel in issue 207<\/a>. \u2014Lorin Stein<\/b><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t often have the time to reread these days, but I recently gave a copy of Andr\u00e9 Maurois\u2019s Climates<\/i> to a friend, and he enjoyed it so much that I was inspired to revisit it. It\u2019s an autobiographical novel of love lost, found, and lost again, the kind of book you find yourself giving to all your friends, wanting them to read it immediately so you can marvel at it together. Back when I first read Adriana Hunter\u2019s beautiful translation, I felt it mirrored the melancholy of events in my own life. I worried, I think, that it wouldn\u2019t resonate as much now. But I was wrong: it is a gripping read, deeply felt, and so full of memorable lines that I wanted to dog-ear every other page. I would have, except that this time it was a library copy\u2014I had long since given mine away. \u2014Sadie Stein<\/b><\/p>\n

When I rewatched Paul Thomas Anderson\u2019s Punch-Drunk Love<\/i>, I knew, faintly, that the film\u2019s odd pudding subplot was based on a true story. But only now have I done my homework. Fun fact: in 1999, a Californian engineer named David Phillips was grocery shopping when he noticed a loophole in a frequent-flier offer on Healthy Choice products. He did the math and discovered that if he could purchase enough cheap Healthy Choice\u2013brand foods, the value of the miles would exceed the cost. So Phillips scoured the region, buying up some twelve thousand cups of Healthy Choice pudding\u2014the cheapest product he could find, at a quarter a cup. He redeemed them for 1.25 million American Airlines frequent-flier miles. This is that rare thing, a Kafkaesque story with a happy ending: a man confronts the warped logic of bureaucracy and emerges victorious. It was shrewd of Anderson to rip it from the headlines. In Punch-Drunk Love<\/i>, Adam Sandler\u2019s character makes the same discovery, and it softens his neurotic, seething violence. He\u2019s attuned to the world, we see, just vibrating on a different wavelength. The plot gets at the surreal, godlike power that corporations can wield in our lives, descending from on high to deliver the occasional windfall or catastrophe. As Sandler\u2019s character says, \u201cI have to get more pudding for this trip to Hawaii. As I just said that out loud I realize it sounded a little strange, but it\u2019s not \u2026 You can go to places in the world with pudding.\u201d \u2014Dan Piepenbring<\/b> <\/p>\n

Which of the stories in our pasts should define us? All of them? Only the good ones, or maybe just the worst? In Diary of the Fall<\/i><\/a>, the Brazilian novelist Michel Laub explores the aftermath of a cruel prank his unnamed narrator played on the only Catholic student at a Jewish school in Rio. The account is interwoven with his father\u2019s battle with Alzheimer\u2019s and his grandfather\u2019s survival of Auschwitz. Brutal yet delicate, Laub\u2019s novel asks what it means to be Jewish in the twenty-first century, and it attempts to understand man\u2019s basic identity, \u201cpart of a past that is likewise of no importance compared to what I am and will be.\u201d \u2014Justin Alvarez<\/b><\/p>\n

The passing away of Dan\u2019s cat earlier this week [Ed.\u2014<\/em>it\u2019s true, I\u2019m sad to say] put me in mind of a poem by the Australian poet Peter Porter, \u201cThe King of the Cats Is Dead.\u201d I don\u2019t know if Dan\u2019s cat was the king\u2014we never met\u2014but they are all regal in their own way: some more Robert Baratheon, some Renley, and many, we should acknowledge, Joffrey. Often they are all three at once. Porter\u2019s poem is a sort of mock epic, but it feels genuine, too: a lament for lost mystery and grandeur. Though I may be imposing, it also strikes me as a testament to the stature, in our own eyes, of the things we love. \u201cTime is explored \/ and all is known, the portents \/ are of brief and brutal things, since \/ all must hear the words of desolation \/ the King of the Cats is Dead<\/i> \/ and it \/ is only Monday in the world.\u201d \u2014Tucker Morgan<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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