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Four soldiers : a novel / Hubert Mingarelli ; translated from the French by Sam Taylor.
Hubert Mingarelli's simple, powerful, and moving stories of men in combat have established him as one of the most exciting new voices in international fiction. In Four Soldiers he tells the story of four young soldiers in 1919, members of the Red Army during the Russian civil war. It is set in the harsh dead of winter, just as the soldiers set up camp in a forest in Galicia near the Romanian front line. Due to a lull in fighting, their days are taken up with the mundane tasks of trying to scratch together what food and comforts they can find, all the time while talking, smoking, and waiting. Waiting specifically for spring to come. Waiting for their battalion to move on. Waiting for the inevitable resumption of violence.
Record details
- ISBN: 9781846276507 (hardcover)
- Physical Description: 155 pages ; 20 cm
- Publisher: London, England : Portobello Books, 2018.
Content descriptions
| General Note: | Originally published as Quatre soldats by Éditions de Seuil in 2003. |
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| Subject: | Soviet Union > History > 1917-1936 > Fiction. Friendship > Fiction. |
| Genre: | War stories. |
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- 1 of 1 copy available at Parkland Regional.
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| Location | Call Number / Copy Notes | Barcode | Shelving Location | Holdable? | Status | Due Date |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Dauphin | F MIN (Text) | 35419002870781 | Adult Fiction | Volume hold | Available | - |
Summary:
Hubert Mingarelli's simple, powerful, and moving stories of men in combat have established him as one of the most exciting new voices in international fiction. In Four Soldiers he tells the story of four young soldiers in 1919, members of the Red Army during the Russian civil war. It is set in the harsh dead of winter, just as the soldiers set up camp in a forest in Galicia near the Romanian front line. Due to a lull in fighting, their days are taken up with the mundane tasks of trying to scratch together what food and comforts they can find, all the time while talking, smoking, and waiting. Waiting specifically for spring to come. Waiting for their battalion to move on. Waiting for the inevitable resumption of violence.
