Andrei Platonov

3 04 2010

Category; Literature

It can feel like Proust has a monopoly on literary memory with his Madeleine moments; he should have stronger competition from the writer Andrey Platonov:

He knew from a childhood memory how strange and sad it is to see a familiar place after a long separation. Your heart is still bound to the place, but the unmoving objects have forgotten you and do not recognise you; it is as if they have been living an active and happy life without you, and you have been alone in your feeling – and now here you are before them, an unknown and pitiful creature.

From Soul, published by New York Review Books

Andrey Platonov is a writer of such depth and beauty that discovering his work for the first time can be a shock. How on earth could such great literature be found by chance, on a pile in the remainder section, rather than on the shelves of the world’s classics? Read the rest of this entry »