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Slavic Myth of Creation: Rod
It all began with a golden egg nestled in the darkness. Inside the egg was Rod, the soon-to-be creator of the world. He grew lonely so he created himself a companion, Lada, the goddess of love. The eggshell cracked and out spilled love and light. The Slavic myth of creation is quite a paradoxical story,…
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What’s New
2018 was a strange year, steeped in sticky reminiscences. However, it led to a number of changes, including the current revamping of my website due to a number of projects that I’ve decided to carry out in 2019. What to expect in the quite near future: 1. Mythoslav. The brand new portion of the site dedicated to…
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What is a Human Woman? – Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine
As Elizabethan literary theorist Sir Philip Sidney claims in his 16th century work titled The Defence of Poesie, the purpose of poetry, later extended to encompass all literary genres, is to simultaneously teach and delight the reader. Gail Honeyman’s debut novel Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine fits neatly into this category, since it teaches us…
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The Forgetful Narrator: Elizabeth is Missing by Emma Healey
The idea of a completely reliable narrator is quite a questionable subject, since we are all unreliable when it comes to telling our own stories, hence, as the term ‘omniscient’ suggests, the reliable narrator must be some kind of divine, all-knowing being, allowed a profound insight into the depths of all other characters. However, the…
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The Addled Narrator: A.J. Finn’s The Woman in the Window
After I’d completed A.J. Finn’s The Woman in the Window, I put the book down in my lap, leaned back, and stared somewhere into the middle distance while my mind went through the events in the novel once again, weighing and arranging them so as to form a neatly assembled puzzle. Eponymous of a 1944…
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5-minute poem
tick-tock the hands roll spinning out of control pen stuck in a rut bleeding ink into a cut lecherous white face grins from the wall your shadow lengthens, heavy to haul bony fingers around your neck too late to scream, too early to wreck © 2018 Erna G.
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Bleak Day
I feel so bleak I hate being weak Under the weather Not holding the reins A cocktail of clichés The day is sunny But, isn’t it funny, I’m hoping for rain To wash the worries Down the drain. © 2018 Erna G.
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Ready Player One Movie: A Frolic Down the Memory Lane
It is a common occurrence that as soon as a book-based film gets released the critics start raving about how much better the book was. Yet we do seem to forget that books and films are two very different media with their own requirements and merits. In the case of Ready Player One, the movie…
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Eine kleine Nachtmusik: Ishiguro’s Nocturnes
It is oft said that even the best of novelists hone their skills on short stories since they contain more or less the same elements as novels yet on a smaller scale. Kazuo Ishiguro’s charming collection titled Nocturnes: Five Stories of Music and Nightfall most definitely echoes some of his longer work, most notably The…
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Middle of Nowhere
Mosquitoes on the glass Peer at the breathing mass Rubbing their dainty hands Expecting a feast in the sands In the midst of these parched lands Palm trees and a patch of grass Everything else meant to pass The wind tickles the spiky leaves Just a bit, before it heaves A swirling dusty cloud Of…
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