Nevertheless, in choosing to mythologize such a flawed character, the novel calls into question the very notion of greatness, dragging those major players down off their pedestals.
Yet as we get to know Kvachi, we find the lazy, rapacious and self-serving trickster to be a far cry from the sort of figure history normally elevates.
Intensely audible descriptions of an unprecedented storm, juxtaposed with equally vivid depictions of his mother’s labor screams, lend an epic quality to Kvachi’s entrée, a tone which is only highlighted by the portentous, yet deliberately ambiguous, prophecy which closes the scene, predicting for the hero a future which will far exceed anything his enamored parents could even imagine for him.
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