Deathless is a fantasy novel by Catherynne M. Valente, combining the Russian fairy tale the Death of Koschei the Deathless with the events. Read Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente for free with a 30 day free trial. Read unlimited* books and audiobooks on the web, iPad, iPhone and Android. Deathless (REQ) - Catherynne M. Valente Category: Adults, Contemporary, Fantasy Read by Kim de Blecourt Summary: Koschei the Deathless is to Russian .

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Editorial Reviews. From Publishers Weekly. Twentieth-century Russian history provides a Deathless - site edition by Catherynne M. Valente. Download it. site edition at (site Edition). Deathless. A lush retelling of the epic Russian fairy tale Download Ebook (PDF, K) direct – $ USD. I haven't read nearly as much Valente as I should, this is excellent I'm surprised with the quality of the free ebooks Tor is giving out. They all.

The fairy tale repetition. The fours and threes and other numbers that are significant in fairy tales. I recommend this story strongly to anyone who enjoys fairy tales and the inevitability of them. I usually only write reviews for books that have a strong impact on me, be it positive or negative.

Although I love Catherynne Valente's writing, this particular book had me going both ways. Part One, I loved. It drew me in with its prose and magic that all good fairy tales should embody. Part two, on the other hand, had me wanting to throw the book as far as I could. Being that it was on my site, I thought that a bad idea. Time had passed with no background of what had happened during that time. Characters were introduced as if the reader knew who and what they were. Despite that, I felt drawn to them, but still thoroughly confused.

The third part introduces Ivan, a prominent name in Russian lore, whether he be a fool or a prince. In this case I think that although he was apparently handsome and charming as a prince should always be, he was also quite the fool. At this point, I went in search of my book of Russian fairy tales to acquaint myself with the tales that this book was based on. I found both tales of Koschei as well as different variations of Ivan.

This was very helpful, and I dove back into the book with better understanding. A few things stood out for me. It seem s that in many fairy tales, things happen in three's. There were several instances of this in "Deathless". Three sisters, three birds, three tasks, three wars not sure about that one and three lives. There was war in Leningrad. There was war in Koschei's world.

A war in which Viy was winning. There is no war in Viy's world. There, those who have surrendered to death can 'live' anew in peace and suffer no more. Marya finds love with both Ivan and Koschei, but there is not happiness.

In both worlds there is destruction and a different type of suffering. There is famine in Leningrad and feasts in Koschei's world. In both there are chains, both real and figurative. Finishing "Deathless", Catherynne writes of her husband telling her the story of Marya Morevna. I went back to my book of Russian fairy tales and sure enough, there was one about her. Reading that, I could see the mirroring of lore and novel. I am always in awe of Valente's writing.

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Her words are lyrical and knowledge immense. I might have only given it three stars if it were not for this, as it was confusing. If it had not been for that, I would have given it five. A book is good if it leaves the reader thinking about it for some time.

A book is great if the reader is not only thinking about, but striving to know more. I'm ashamed to admit that I haven't read any Valente outside of the occasional short story until I picked up Deathless. Her prose is creative and lyrical, and I appreciated the authenticity of the Russian folklore that served as the foundation of this story.

I'm as big a history junkie as I am a sci-fi nerd, so I was very engaged by the early-Soviet backdrop as well. I can't recommend this tale to people that demand traditional pacing and concrete characterization. This is a subtle piece of work, and if you go into it unfamiliar with Russian folk tales like I did you need to be willing to either punch a few names into google or take some of the thematic elements on faith. Either way, I found myself enjoying Deathless, and that was due in large part to the author's exceptional grasp on language and imagery.

I'll be sure to find my way to another of her novels soon. I've read few reworkings of fairy tales as fabulous, in the word's original sense, as this brilliant retelling of Maria Morevna and Koschei the Deathless.

The novel reads like an extended dream, with its magical worlds that call into question the definitions of life and death, it's exploration of power and sexuality, and its clever humor. At the same time, the novel is anchored in the Revolution and world wars, with threads that link us to the Siege of Leningrad, murder of the Tsars, purges, and Shostokovich's performance of the Leningrad Symphony.

The figures of Russian folklore--the rusalkas, domovoi, firebirds, and of course Baba Yaga--make their appearances. But this is above all a love story and the story of Maria's maturation. I can't recommend the novel highly enough.

One person found this helpful. Paperback Verified download. I know some people have talked about Deathless as a love story, and while I think the narrative flows in that direction I wouldn't consider Deathless a love story. It's a work, IMO, of philosophy set against the history of Russia. User Name. Remember Me? Tip Got Facebook? Thread Tools. Mar Location: Roundworld Device: Jan Location: San Borja Lima , Peru Device: Voyage WiFi; Kobo: One cannot simply leave it to the usual bash and bustle of memory and its underhanded tactics.

No matter what she appeared to do—sweeping out the leaves or studying her history or helping one of her mothers sew a shirt—her heart raced with problem of the birds, trying to outrun it into someplace where everything could make sense again.

Marya pinned out her childhood like a butterfly. She considered it the way a mathematician considers an equation. What conclusions can be drawn? That everyone already knows this, and it is only unusual to me. Or else only I saw it happen, and no one else knows that the world is like that. Since neither her mother nor her father nor Svetlana Tikhonovna nor Yelena Grigorievna had ever made reference to their husbands having been birds, Marya rejected the first conclusion.

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However, the second conclusion led only to more delicate and upsetting hypotheses. First resolution: Perhaps one was not meant to see what a husband looked like before he made himself more or less presentable. Perhaps the republic of husbands was a strange and frightening place full of not only birds, but bats too, and lizards, and bears, and worms, and other beasts waiting to fall out of a tree and into a wedding ring.

Perhaps Marya had broken a rule of some sort, and visited that country without papers.

Were all husbands like that? Marya shuddered. Was her father like that? Was Comrade Piakovsky like that, following her with his wolfish eyes? What of wives, then? Would she turn into something else when she married, the way a bird could turn into a handsome young man? Second resolution: Rules or no rules, it was certainly better to see these things than not to see them. Marya felt that she had a secret, a very good secret, and that if she took care of it, the secret would take care of her.

She had seen the world naked, caught out. Her sisters had been rescued from the city as beautiful girls are often rescued from unpleasant things, but they did not know what their husbands really were.

They were missing vital information. Marya saw right away that this made a tilted kind of marriage, and she wanted no part of that. I will never be without information , she determined. I will do better than my sisters.

If a bird or any other beast comes out of that uncanny republic where husbands are grown, I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love. For this was how Marya Morevna surmised that love was shaped: When Marya saw something extraordinary again, she would be ready. She would be clever. She would not let it rule her or trick her. She would do the tricking, if tricking was called for. But for a long while she did not see anything but the winter coming on and folk squabbling over bread, and her own arms growing so skinny.

Marya tried not to come to the third resolution, but it hung there in her heart until she could not ignore it. Birds did not come for her because she was not as good as her sisters. Fourth prettiest, too lost in her own thoughts to steal back bread from the horrible little twins with their matching, cruel laughters. They did not come for her because she had seen them without their costumes on. Perhaps marriage was meant to be tilted, and she was spoiled for everything now, all because she had spied where she ought not to have.

Still, she was not sorry. If the world is divided into seeing and not seeing , Marya thought, I shall always choose to see. But thoughts are not food. Alone and birdless, Marya Morevna wept for her sisters who had gone, for her empty stomach, for the overfull house, which she could hear groaning at night like a woman laboring to bring twelve children into the world all at once.

Only once did Marya Morevna try to share her secret. If it was wrong to hoard a house, surely it was wrong to hoard knowledge.

She was younger then, only thirteen, past the plovers and the shrikes.

It was at thirteen years old that Marya Morevna learned how to keep a secret, and that secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization. In those days, Marya Morevna walked to school with her red scarf tied around her neck, like all the other children. She loved her scarf—in the midst of the dreary house, turning grey with so many people scrubbing their laundry in it and sweating in it and boiling potatoes in it, her scarf was bright and gorgeous—and it meant that she belonged.

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It meant she was one of the good children at school, the children of the revolution, handing out pamphlets or flowers with her classmates on street corners, adults smiling at her scarf, at her goodness. By extension, she loved her lessons, since they meant discussing books and the wonderful things inside them. The one miracle of the twelve families in her house was that they had each brought at least one suitcase of books with them, and all those new books with all their new treasures were meant to be shared among all.

Having once seen the world naked, the engine which drove Marya Morevna through the long, thin streets of Petrograd was a terrible hunger for knowing things, for knowing everything. Particularly, Marya Morevna loved the dashing Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin, who wrote about that naked world she knew, where anything at all might happen and a girl had to be ready, had to be ready for that anything to bash onto the streetside once more.

When she read the great poet, she would say softly to herself, Yes, that is true because I saw it with my own eyes. She measured Pushkin against the birds, against herself, and believed the poor dead man to be on her side, the two of them steadfast, shoulder to shoulder. That morning when Marya was thirteen, she had been reading Pushkin while walking to school down the endless cobbled streets, deftly avoiding men in long black jackets, women in heavy boots, newspaper boys with gaunt cheeks.

She had become quite good at keeping her face hidden in a book while never faltering in her steps, never swerving from her path. Besides, a book kept the wind out.

Yes, Marya thought, the smell of woodsmoke and old snow pushing back her long black hair. Magic does that. It wastes you away.

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Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all. Bolstered by her comrade Pushkin, who surely understood her, Marya broke her usual rapt classroom silence. Marya found herself speaking without meaning to.

I wonder if Comrade Krupskaya saw him fall out of his tree. If she said, That is a beautiful hawk, and I will let him put his claws into my heart.

I think he must have been something like a hawk. Something that hunts and gobbles things up. All the other children were staring at Marya.

She flushed, realizing she had spoken all that aloud. She touched her red scarf nervously, as if it would keep off the staring.

Well, you know, she stammered. But she could not say what they should know. Could not bring herself to say, I saw a bird once that turned into a man and married my sister, and the sight of it bruised my heart so that I cannot think about anything else. If you had seen it, what would you think about?

Not laundry, or whether it will rain, or how your mother or father is getting on, or Lenin or Krupskaya. After school the others were waiting for her. A throng of her classmates with narrowed eyes and angry expressions. One of them, a tall blond girl Marya thought especially beautiful, walked up to her and slapped her hard across the face.What other items do customers download after viewing this item? Deathless , however, is no dry, historical tome: siteGlobal Ship Orders Internationally.

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