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A review by moirastone
The Orchard by Kristina Gorcheva-Newberry
3.0
To be a theater person reading a novel riffing on Chekhov is to be beset by ghosts. Every production of The Cherry Orchard I have ever seen was in the room with me as I read this (beautiful) book, and it is a measure of its power that I gradually came to see Milka and Anya, Trifonov and Lopatin, Anya's parents, and even her dear grandmother as singular characters.
I picked this novel up out of a desire to remind myself that the russian people are not their government. I got - also and instead- a reminder that people are people. And how wondrous is that?
I picked this novel up out of a desire to remind myself that the russian people are not their government. I got - also and instead- a reminder that people are people. And how wondrous is that?