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	<title>Comments on: War and Peace Part One: Tolstoy and Moscow</title>
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		<title>By: OUPblog &#187; Blog Archive &#187; War and Peace Part Two: Earthquakes</title>
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		<dc:creator>OUPblog &#187; Blog Archive &#187; War and Peace Part Two: Earthquakes</dc:creator>
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		<description>[...] The ground in the front yard was shuddering like loose skin on an elephant’s back if the beast had been shrugging its shoulders to topple a rider. The earth rippled like water. There was nowhere to run to. I dropped down on all fours and closed my eyes. The world was shaking around me. And then it stopped.&#8221; I had written this much about my first encounter with Tolstoy when the earthquake in China struck. And then, I hesitated to send what I had written to my editor. My childish experience seemed trivial and jejune in light of the enormity of the tragedy unfolding. I was reminded of my ex-husband’s dilemma ten year’s earlier, when we were still married and had a new baby. And I had just been diagnosed with breast cancer. He was then working in conservation for the New York Zoological Society, on a campaign to prevent the destruction of the rain forest. He learned from my oncologist that a new drug, which might cure my cancer, was to become available only if we harvested in that jungle. Great principles, global concerns, and then the individual face of his family and the threat of one person’s death. I think that what is great in Tolstoy’s art is precisely this paradoxical experience of the overwhelming enormity and yet smallness of one person’s urgent needs and human fears against the vast almost inhuman face of great, national tragedies. Amy Mandelker has taught at UCLA, University of Southern California, Columbia, Brown, and Princeton Universities. Her books include Framing &#8216;Anna Karenina&#8217;: Tolstoy, the Woman Question &amp; the Victorian Novel and Approaches to World Literature: Tolstoy&#8217;s &#8216;Anna Karenina&#8217;. She has revised the acclaimed Maude translation of War and Peace, available this October. You can read her previous blog post here. [...]</description>
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