Thursday, December 19, 2013
The Wine of Solitude
The Wine of Solitude, I have read all the Nemirovsky in my collection. I can't overstate how much pleasure this writer gives me. In this, her most autobiographical book, she evokes the Kiev of her childhood, which she hated, but which with its air full of summer dust and the scent of lime trees sounds lovely to me. She convincingly recreates a childhood that leaves her unable to trust or to form attachments, and her choice of the high road at the end of the book feels well-earned.