The other day I mentioned the
peculiar end to Tolstoy's life. Today I learned that there is a book on the subject,
The Last Station: A Novel of Tolstoy's Final Year by Jay Parini, in which Tolstoy's end seems even more bizarre than I knew. Moreover, that they're making a movie about it, but I recommend just reading the book and not seeing the movie. Movies are hardly ever as good as the book (the only example I can think of is
The World According to Garp), and more importantly, the movie overwrites all the hard-earned images that you have in your head from reading the book and you can never get them back.
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