Reading for Sunday, 1 March
There’s something about the way people’s paths cross in epics that’s always kind of fun. A bit like Zhivago meeting Lara in the David Lean movie – it’s been something like 45 minutes (if not longer) of screen time since they’ve been together, so it feels like ages.
Same with Andrei and Natasha – they’ve been in separate chapters for books and books – and now here they are. He’s wounded in a carriage, and she’s just a little bit further down the street in another carriage – but she has no idea.
So close – will this be a reconciliation? Will there be peace? Will he die and she’ll never get a chance to say anything? This is Tolstoy, so it could be anything, couldn’t it? (Either that, or it’s all been revealed in the last week that I haven’t been blogging, in which case I’m blathering on about nothing. . .)
My only other thought, was a completely random one which was that Tolstoy went into such detail about which streets the carriages drove through, that I was wondering if someone pulled out an old map of Moscow streets back in 1812, whether they’d be able to pinpoint the location of the Rostov mansion . . . any Tolstoy scholars out there want to answer on that one?
In the meantime, we find Pierre again, but we’ll have to wait till the next chapter to find out how that all pans out.