This is my brain on Boris Pasternak

I just finished reading Boris Pasternak’s Doctor Zhivago. Reading it has been the tonic I’d been seeking after that desperate run of post-Mantel mediocrity; I freely admit to having planted many platonic, entirely non-pervy smoochies on the book’s cover and pages as I read. Doctor Zhivago is political and historical; it is exuberant in execution…