On our left loomed the gorge, deep and black

On our left loomed the gorge, deep and black

Finally we get extracts from Pechorin's diaries, written earlier and so predating both the meeting with the narrator and the story the narrator first heard in the mountains

I started reading this book in ebook form because I was so eager to get to it, prompted by the references in the notes of Sasha Sokolov's Between Dog and Wolf which I'd just finished. So imagine the following scenario: I'm reading Lermontov's book on my kindle, I'm listening to Mussorgsky's Night on Bare Mountain prompted by another Sokolov reference, and I've got a google map open on my iPad in order to follow the path Lermontov's narrator takes northwards from Tbilisi across the bare and brutal Caucasus mountains in a post-chaise drawn by three horses while a fierce storm rages and avalanches threaten to block the mountain passes through which he travels. Continue reading "On our left loomed the gorge, deep and black"