Hi Everyone,
With the first pulse, the narrator is in the presence of a Divisional Commander (or Nachdev), who is both rakish, note the jaunty aspect of his cap, along with the jackboots (over the knee), and also, if the narrator is Babel's counterpart, roughly the same age (Semyon Timoshenko and Isaac Babel had a difference in age of fi…
With the first pulse, the narrator is in the presence of a Divisional Commander (or Nachdev), who is both rakish, note the jaunty aspect of his cap, along with the jackboots (over the knee), and also, if the narrator is Babel's counterpart, roughly the same age (Semyon Timoshenko and Isaac Babel had a difference in age of five months between them). The divisional commander is gigantic, also, his every act implies the potential to cleave anything, even air. There is something of a virility challenge going on, which for the narrator, to survive, escalates to threatening the half-blind old women (who wants to hang herself) and murder - crushing its skull with his boot (talk about cross-talking/cross-painting). The threat is always there - note the note to Chesnokov - and such threats were not idle, the joy in the eyes of Savitsky, rings of the music of power that revels in the seduction of its violent potential, all of which marks out the narrator as an almost unwitting but quick on the uptake tight-rope walker.
Hi Everyone,
With the first pulse, the narrator is in the presence of a Divisional Commander (or Nachdev), who is both rakish, note the jaunty aspect of his cap, along with the jackboots (over the knee), and also, if the narrator is Babel's counterpart, roughly the same age (Semyon Timoshenko and Isaac Babel had a difference in age of five months between them). The divisional commander is gigantic, also, his every act implies the potential to cleave anything, even air. There is something of a virility challenge going on, which for the narrator, to survive, escalates to threatening the half-blind old women (who wants to hang herself) and murder - crushing its skull with his boot (talk about cross-talking/cross-painting). The threat is always there - note the note to Chesnokov - and such threats were not idle, the joy in the eyes of Savitsky, rings of the music of power that revels in the seduction of its violent potential, all of which marks out the narrator as an almost unwitting but quick on the uptake tight-rope walker.
All the best,
Darryl Cooper