Dead and Kicking
Writer's haunts—and haunting writers—in Moscow
Moscow is a city of dead writers. No matter where you look, they are everywhere. Over twenty monuments. More than thirty literary museums. Hundreds of commemorative plaques—some of them with portraits, some with text, and yet others with manuscript pages cast in bronze and flying off the wall like poorly attached sheets of metal roofing. Beware, citizens. Watch out. Who are these two, a man and a cat, both motionless, sitting on a garden bench in a Maryina Roshcha garden? Behemoth and Koroviev, of course, from Bulgakov’s The Master and Margarita. Care to join them? At your own risk, for...
