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Pushkin's Confessions. Translated by Súsanna Svavarsdóttir.
The dangerous book that comes before readers here under the title Pushkin's Confessions has a long history. Since Pushkin's secret diaries, which he is said to have written in the last year of his life, 1836-1837, came to light about a hundred years after his death, they have been banned in the poet's homeland. He himself strictly forbade them from being seen by his contemporaries, as the experience described here is more powerful than in most of the confessionals written in our time, each sexual description chasing another and being noticed in a way comparable to the work of the Marquis de Sade, where lust broke all inhibitions in a way never before seen in the history of literature. The background of this book is quite adventurous and is traced in an entertaining preface that describes the relationship between the original translator and the person who accompanied the publication from the barn at the time. A translation of Pushkin's manuscript, which he wrote in French, was smuggled out of the country in 1976 and has since been published around the world. Their composition is such that it is unlikely that the Confessions were written after the poet's body had decayed, as one soon suspects that it is a forgery, and this suspicion, which is based primarily on feeling, makes one hesitate to take everything seriously. In fact, there is little here that resembles the working methods of a diarist who records his experiences and thoughts at the end of each day. The structure of the work is in many ways more reminiscent of the structure of the work of an author who knows from the very beginning of the writing what the last sentence will look like. Thus, it is unlikely that blond fate has already fired a shot from its gun before the first sentence is written.
The dangerous book that comes before readers here under the title Pushkin's Confessions has a long history. Since Pushkin's secret diaries, which he is said to have written in the last year of his life, 1836-1837, came to light about a hundred years after his death, they have been banned in the poet's homeland. He himself strictly forbade them from being seen by his contemporaries, as the experience described here is more powerful than in most of the confessionals written in our time, each sexual description chasing another and being noticed in a way comparable to the work of the Marquis de Sade, where lust broke all inhibitions in a way never before seen in the history of literature. The background of this book is quite adventurous and is traced in an entertaining preface that describes the relationship between the original translator and the person who accompanied the publication from the barn at the time. A translation of Pushkin's manuscript, which he wrote in French, was smuggled out of the country in 1976 and has since been published around the world. Their composition is such that it is unlikely that the Confessions were written after the poet's body had decayed, as one soon suspects that it is a forgery, and this suspicion, which is based primarily on feeling, makes one hesitate to take everything seriously. In fact, there is little here that resembles the working methods of a diarist who records his experiences and thoughts at the end of each day. The structure of the work is in many ways more reminiscent of the structure of the work of an author who knows from the very beginning of the writing what the last sentence will look like. Thus, it is unlikely that blond fate has already fired a shot from its gun before the first sentence is written.