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selkie at 11:27am on 18/10/2005
selkie at 11:27am on 18/10/2005Publishers' Weekly reviewed my novel!
This is what they had to say:
A Verse From Babylon
JEANNELLE M. FERREIRA. Prime (www.prime-books.com), $27.95 (128p) ISBN
0-8095-1082-0; $15 paper ISBN 0-8095-4492-X
Ghosts from the Holocaust whisper, shout, moan and weep throughout these
fragmented fictional "recollections" of the Vilna ghetto between 1937 and
1944. If 1930s Warsaw was the heart of Judaism, claims Ferreira in her
prologue to this searing debut novel, Vilna was its "muscled right arm, the
refined hand, the lively fingers." Ordered by the SS to create a Jewish
repertory theater, Raissa Gellerman and her lesbian lover, Violeta, become
its writers; Raissa's brother, Benyamin, its director; and his wife, Fayge,
its leading singer. Five others patch ragged costumes, translate plays and
build rickety sets in the same theater that housed Vilna's first wave of
deportees, 7,000 Jews who were dispatched to the death camps in three days.
The ironic horror of these scraps of lives, transmitted in fitfully
brilliant prose, is that readers know all of the little company will perish,
but as each man or woman comes to terms with imminent death, each offers a
shard of the Vilna Jews' collective Holocaust experience. The group's numb,
dumb endurance of the unspeakable is impossible to forget. (Dec.)
To celebrate, I am buying a computer.
N says I deserve something nice.
*looks around nervously*
A whole computer just for me to write on?
This is what they had to say:
A Verse From Babylon
JEANNELLE M. FERREIRA. Prime (www.prime-books.com), $27.95 (128p) ISBN
0-8095-1082-0; $15 paper ISBN 0-8095-4492-X
Ghosts from the Holocaust whisper, shout, moan and weep throughout these
fragmented fictional "recollections" of the Vilna ghetto between 1937 and
1944. If 1930s Warsaw was the heart of Judaism, claims Ferreira in her
prologue to this searing debut novel, Vilna was its "muscled right arm, the
refined hand, the lively fingers." Ordered by the SS to create a Jewish
repertory theater, Raissa Gellerman and her lesbian lover, Violeta, become
its writers; Raissa's brother, Benyamin, its director; and his wife, Fayge,
its leading singer. Five others patch ragged costumes, translate plays and
build rickety sets in the same theater that housed Vilna's first wave of
deportees, 7,000 Jews who were dispatched to the death camps in three days.
The ironic horror of these scraps of lives, transmitted in fitfully
brilliant prose, is that readers know all of the little company will perish,
but as each man or woman comes to terms with imminent death, each offers a
shard of the Vilna Jews' collective Holocaust experience. The group's numb,
dumb endurance of the unspeakable is impossible to forget. (Dec.)
To celebrate, I am buying a computer.
N says I deserve something nice.
*looks around nervously*
A whole computer just for me to write on?
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(The above is why I don't need a whole computer to write on, as I'd just end up actually writing on it with magic marker.)
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You TOTALLY deserve that.
But only if you write more.
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That's wonderful. You do deserve something nice.
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I rock that wayI'm sure it's good! Whee!(no subject)
According to Toshiba, an actual *working* laptop arrives tomorrow. We'll see!