![]() ![]() Neither could read-but what good was reading when you were hungry for dinner? The children reminded me of deer, slim and agile, with caramel limbs and sun-bleached hair. “I met a six-year-old who could make borscht her twelve-year-old brother could dive for mussels. Pinkham tries to cross the chasm between her life and theirs: “I had never been so acutely aware of my lack of the basic skills that have allowed people to keep themselves alive for millennia,” she writes. In an excerpt on the n+1 site, she hikes and camps on the Crimean cape of Meganom, where naked Moldovan hippies spend the summer playing panpipes and living off the land. ![]() Pinkham has a gift for portraiture even the people she meets in passing feel alive on the page. Sophie Pinkham’s Black Square: Adventures in Post-Soviet Ukraine, the best travel book I’ve read this year-it’s a funny, alert, and more vital account of life there than any you’ll find in the media. ![]()
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