the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“And we speak of everything
that does not come true, which is to say: it was August.
August! the light in the trees, full of fury.
August filled hands with language that tastes like smoke.”
— Ilya Kaminsky, from Dancing in Odessa; “Musica Humana”
that does not come true, which is to say: it was August.
August! the light in the trees, full of fury.
August filled hands with language that tastes like smoke.”
— Ilya Kaminsky, from Dancing in Odessa; “Musica Humana”