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Han Ong

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693 total appearances

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The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

The beautiful Natasha didn't waste much time either.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

While Boris was in hiding, she found herself a completely normal engineer with whom she had a daughter of that same breed that Boris Ivanovich had once so admired.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

Maria Nikolaevna watched over her granddaughter and cooked their meager meals.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

The new son-in-law was all right, a decent man, but had nothing on Boris Ivanovich.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

All the old women in Danilovi Gorki died long ago.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

Everything is fine.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

I think among the reasons why the story is so wonderful is because though it does in fact detail a lot of what you talk about, the privations of Russian life of that era, the tone is so ebullient.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

And the ebullience doesn't come, to me at least, does not come at the cost of the grimness.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

I don't know if I'm making a wrong generalization in saying that this might be typically Russian.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

It also is in some odd ways kind of Chinese in that both are large swaths of people who have undergone great suffering.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

And yet in both literatures, there is a tradition of if you don't laugh, you'll cry kind of tone of writing.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

And I always love that paradoxical sort of balancing act of comedy layered on top of, I wouldn't say outright tragedy, but sort of grimness and grayness.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

Yeah, I would say that there are locutions there that put me in mind of a tale as opposed to a story.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

Although once the story does get going, it is in fact a proper story.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

But there are locutions there.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

For example, the way the story ends, you know, all the old women in Danilo Vigorki died long ago.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

Everything is fine.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

You know, that is a kind of tale locution or construct and it comes at the tail end of the story.

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

There are those kinds of phrasings all throughout the story and all throughout, in my experience, Ulitskaya's writings in the novel from which…

The New Yorker: Fiction
Han Ong Reads Lyudmila Ulitskaya

This has been excerpted in The Big Green Tent.