Tag: A Living Chattel

• May 6, 2014

  Morning Musings

  I was reading A Living Chattel by Anton Chekhov this morning and I was struck by how similar the prose is to Vladimir Nabokov’s. Am I stereotyping The Russians (as a literary body), merely overreaching, or is there something about Russian literature translated to English that gives it a certain tone? It’s very stark, and […]