Random House, 235 pp., $17.95
The quality of V.S. Pritchett's new book is plain from its opening pages. He tells there the story of Chekhov's wretched childhood, by now almost as familiar as that of the boy Dickens and the blacking factory (which indeed Pritchett glances at). Here is his portrait of Chekhov's father, the shrewd (but unluckily not shrewd enough) keeper of a general store in the dreary seaside town of Taganrog:
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