Second attempt at a Platonov book. Same reaction as last time - very ideologically based and so quite dry as a read. A weird cross between a parable and a novel. The pointed messaging of a parable, but with the detail of a novel. Unfortunately, parables are more pointed as they are simplified, and novels are more engaging as the characters become life-like.
This may have been heady reading during the repressive days of Stalinism, but it seems to have lost a lot of its power (at least for me...).
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