Wednesday, April 01, 2020

WAVE OF TERROR

As the reader’s knowledge and understanding of the Armenian people and their history grows, and as the relationship between Dub and Yale blossoms, Dub’s comment in a Catholic church takes on special meaning. “Armenians don’t kneel,” he says to Yale. “Neither do Jews,” she replies.



Coronavirus: Hospital worker shares video of bodies being loaded into huge trucks in New York as state death toll passes 1,000 Independent 




The secrecy and deception surrounding the spread of the worldwide Coronavirus pandemic that led to multiple failures by the World Health Organization is not the fault of China alone.

Rather, it's the end result of a deceptive philosophy based in falsehoods and propaganda to keep its people and the rest of the world out of the loop.

If the cruel reality were ever known, there would not be so many “useful idiots” falling for it.

The behavior of China's silence related to the Coronavirus is a common, and perfectly normal, procedure to follow in totalitarian communist regimes.

Everything bad that happens inside communist countries is a State Secret. 

Per Petterson–TO SIBERIA


“[Her mother] saw the world in images, and the images came from the Old Testament.  Before August 29, 2943, the German soldiers were like the swarms of locusts in Egypt, a gray-green penance imposed on an unbelieving people, and when they came into the shop to buy milk, it was the eighth plague she saw.”


A good manipulator can make you believe that the edge of a 100-kroner note is the edge of a knife.”

~Towards Coronavirus 2024 

“War is within all men, regardless of their politics, regardless of their religion, regardless of their nationality, regardless of their race.  It is the abyss beneath all our skins, the abyss within all our skulls.  And once we have looked into that abyss…we are no longer human, we are only war, are only murder, only death.”

Laurence Cosse–A NOVEL BOOKSTORE



“We have no time to waste on insignificant books, hollow books, books that are here to please…We want books that cost their authors a great deal, books where you can feel the years of work, the backache, the writer’s block, the author’s panic at the thought that he might be lost…We want books that immerse us in the splendor of reality and keep us there…We want good novels.”


Massimo Carlotto–BANDIT LOVE


“Your problem these days is getting information, and the cops are the best source available.  They gather information, collect it in a central location, and it’s always for sale…Plus, all these organized crime families and rings of Mafiosi just use the cops to eliminate their competitors.”


Atiq Rahimi–EARTH AND ASHES

“These days the dead are more fortunate than the living.  What are we to do?  We’re on the eve of destruction.  Men have lost all sense of honor.  Power has become their faith instead of faith being their power.  There are no longer any courageous men.”

Theodore Odrach–WAVE OF TERROR


The fascinating story of Erma Odrach’s trip to the Ukraine and her discoveries about her father’s identity and his family is here: http://www.theodoreodrach.com

“What happened today was a sign of things to come.  The people in this small, out of the way place were falling victim to a huge, complex organism they could not even begin to understand.”
The author, an enormously gifted writer who arrived in Canada in 1953, lived in obscurity there until his death in 1964, at the age of fifty-three.  In an article entitled “Unsung Writer, Unknown Identity,” Michael Posner, in the Toronto Globe and Mail, tells the story of “Theodore Odrach” and of his daughter Erma, who has become the translator of his novels and short stories, a project on which she has worked for twenty years and which is now beginning to bear fruit.  A number of her father’s short stories have been published to great acclaim in serious literary journals during that time, and this novel has now been published for the first time in English.  Erma Odrach herself is only beginning to discover who her father really was, however.  His life after his escape from the Soviet Union appears to have been devoted to becoming as anonymous as possible in Toronto, thereby protecting his young family there, as well as any surviving family in the Ukraine.  Now, with the publication of this remarkable novel, the world may finally discover a writer whose war-time observations have been compared with those of Alexander Solzhenitsyn and whose dark humor has been compared to that of Anton Chekhov.