I liked the book because it had a nice heft to it. I liked the smell of the paper, the way a page felt in my hand, the artwork. It’ll be magical, I thought. But you can’t always judge a book by its cover. I began reading and was plunged headlong into unspeakable torment and mass starvation -- man’s inhumanity to man limned in spare words and lines. It happened in Russia, but every country has an equally dark chapter. There are always those who are killed for their otherness. There are always those who are willing to do the killing.
“The Ukrainian and Russian Notebooks: Life and Death Under Soviet Rule,” by Igort.