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Chekhov: The (Almost) Complete Short Novels



This is a nice collection of short novels, translated by Pevear and Volokhonsky, although The Shooting Party is missing.  It includes The Steppe, the Duel and three other stories written between 1888 and 1893.  He also published Sakhalin Island during this time.  Unfortunately, on-line texts of The Shooting Party and Sakhalin Island don't seem readily available, but Read Print has a pretty extensive library of Chekhov.

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  1. I have two collections of Chekhov stories, the Modern Library edition of stories dating from 1888 - 1903, and the Everyman's Library edtion, My Life and Other Stories. Let's read something.

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  2. Sounds good. Which story would you like to do first?

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  3. Both of my collections include "A Dreary Story," which I've always avoided because of the title. In his introduction to the Modern Library edition, Shelby Foote describes it as outstanding and "a dispassionate tale that reflects Chekhov's doubts about his role as an artist."

    Another story that might lead to an interesting discussion is "Ward 6."

    Do you have any favorites?

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  4. It's been a while, rick, since I read any of his short novels or short stories. Most recently I read The Lady with the Dog, which was interesting but didn't really grab me. I remember liking The Steppe. I'll leave it to you to pick a title and I'll join you in reading it.

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