Blueberry Bridges

How quietly we endure all that falls upon us.

—Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns (via larmoyante)

I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.

—Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via larmoyante)

On April 21, 1967, Svetlana Alliluyeva, the daughter of Joseph Stalin, bounded down the stairs of a Swissair plane at Kennedy Airport. She was forty-one years old and wore an elegant white double-breasted blazer… Svetlana immediately became the Cold War’s most famous defector. She was the only living child of Stalin, who had died in 1953, and she had been known as “the little princess of the Kremlin.” Until a few months earlier, she had never left the Soviet Union. But, at Kennedy, she talked of the freedom and opportunity that she expected to find in America. She was coquettish and funny. She spoke fluent English.

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Now, though, Svetlana wanted me to think about her mother’s politics. Nadya was an early feminist who should never have married Stalin. The act that defined her for history—her suicide—should be regarded as an act of political courage, not of maternal abdication:

'They were such different creatures—but there could be other solutions other than suicide. Yet at this time—1920-ies, early 1930-ies, suicide was very much “en vogue,” so to say, to express opposition to what was going in Russia.'

My Friend, Stalin’s Daughter – fantastic New Yorker piece by Nicholas Thompson.  (via explore-blog)

New Parenting Study Released

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A humorous look at how, if American parents read one more long-form think piece about parenting, they will go crazy: http://nyr.kr/NKNHVL

“Frieda Duntmore, a thirty-nine-year-old Baltimore-high-school teacher and the mother of twin six-year-old girls, recounted standing in line at a…

(Source: newyorker.com)

How does this happen? To fall in love and be disassembled.

—Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient (via larmoyante)