Because it taught me just how difficult it is to write a sonnet (or, indeed, any poem – there go my plans of becoming a bohemian and moving to Paris to live in a loft). But although it’s quite possibly the worst thing I’ve ever written in my life (seriously – I’ve got some stories about seahorses that I wrote when I was seven years old this poem makes them look like Shakespeare), it was a useful exercise. The atrocious poem above took me far longer to compose than I care to admit. How to sum up this novel in just one word?Īll the characters are wealthy and extremely – bored. Russian aristos they knew English and Frenchīut not their mother tongue, it’s decidedly queerĪn appetite for Europe, Pushkin wanted to quench. Just the thing to inspire an emerging nation. He was a great looker, a fine young dandy ĭanced the mazurka and drank much brandy. Pushkin’s Euegene Onegin, what can I say? This book is #35 on my Classics Club List.
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