a big beautiful mess


I want to write a good and thoughtful post about my last-minute trip to Moscow this week for Victory Day, and about the huge gaping hole in American knowledge of World War II from the “eastern” perspective, and about how there were red carnations left at a bust of Stalin in the Museum of the Great Patriotic War, and about patriotism and honor and memory, and about the Russian sentiment that the U.S. didn’t win the war at all, and about listening to Bob Dylan’s “With God on Our Side” with my second years students.

But I’m so distracted by the fact that the sky is still the slatey gray blue of dusk outside and it’s 11:30 pm. The dark of winter was heavy and oppressive, but the light of summer feels ominous and paranoid and unnatural, and I don’t like it.

So, I leave you with Juliana’s posts about Moscow and about Victory Day, because she tells the story perfectly. And with the Wikipedia article about the “Eastern Front,” which is what “Great Patriotic War” redirects to, go figure.

1 Comment

  1. 14 May 2012    

    Well, Ruth, you are right, it takes years to take white nights as natural. Even people from Moscow complain that they can’t sleep during the period of white nights.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>