Against Pevearsion: Which Russian translation are we supposed to read now?

Count Leo Tolstoy playing tennis. Janet Malcolm writes that the revered Tolstoy translations by Constance Garnett—”her fine English, her urgent forward-moving sentences, her feeling for words—all this was gone, replaced by writing that is like singing or piano playing by someone who is not musical.” Morson wrote these words in 1997, and would recall them […]