No one does dramatic romance quite like Leo Tolstoy. Yesterday I went to see the cinematic version of his literary masterpiece, Anna Karenina, hailed by his peers as a “flawless work of art”. I read this book when I was 19 and pining for a boyfriend who was always elusive. Caught up in the moment, I imagined myself the next great American novelist whose emotional theatrics would also stun the world. Neither of these relationships … Read More
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