the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
There are books so alive that you’re always afraid that while you weren’t reading, the book has gone and changed, has shifted like a river.

— Marina Tsvetaeva, from A Captive Spirit: Selected Prose (Ardis, 1980)


@темы: with serpents for arms the lovers are the hydra of the tale