by Vaclav Pinkava My father’s award winning first novel GraveLarks, shortly to be published in English for the first time, starts with a motto from Pushkin’s rudely symbolic poem Tsar Nikita, featuring male ‘birds’ entrapped by female ‘nests’: The motto (my translation) goes like this: Some folks seem to be detesting my own style and […]

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