Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Ost Front Fiction

Much to my surprise the #1 best selling novel in the UK this week is Vasily Grossman's Life and Fate. It turns out that this is because of a brand new BBC Radio 4 adaptation starring Kenneth Branagh which has got great critical attention. 
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I liked Life and Fate but I strongly disagree with the commentators who said on Radio 4's Start The Week that it's better than War and Peace. It isn't. Tolstoy had a chance to edit his novel and because of the KGB Grossman did not... Anyway it gives me a chance to repost this blog from July on Ost Front Fiction:
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This little blog post will be the story of 4 Russian war novels that I've been avoiding and reading for a few decades now: War and Peace, Dr Zhivago, Vasily Grossman's Life and Fate, Isaac Babel's Red Cavalry Stories. 
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War and Peace is the easiest to talk about. I read W&P over a hot humid Massachusetts summer about fifteen years ago and I really loved it.  Its emotional and dramatic and the characters are wonderfully realised and yeah the bloody coda goes on forever at the end but it's still that rare example of a "great book" that is in fact a great book. I liked W&P so much I listened to it again as an audiobook on my commute and liked it just as much the second go around.
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I did not have the same success with Dr Zhivago. Dr Zhivago was a tough read. I didn't care much about the characters, the writing was ornate and laboured and it's a bit of a surprise to discover that the central character is a "famous poet" because in the more tedious parts of the story you flick to the end papers and (at least in my volume) you can read Dr Zhivago's actual poems and they are pretty feeble stuff. I deliberately left my unfinished copy of Dr Zhivago on a flight to Detroit five years ago, tried it again last year and finally finished it last week after a bout of heroic persistence.  
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War and Peace is the great Russian Napoleonic war novel, Dr Zhivago is the great Russian novel of the Revolution and WW1 and Life and Fate is the great Russian novel of World War 2. It's set in and around the Battle of Stalingrad over the summer, autumn and winter of 1942. Stalin, Kruschev, Von Paulus, Hitler are all characters along with dozens of soldiers, wives, mothers and over a few harrowing chapters the inhabitants of one box car heading towards a death camp. Life and Fate has been compared to War and Peace but it's not quite as psychologically penetrating or as rich. Vasily Grossman was a famed Jewish war reporter in Stalingrad and witnessed the horror of the Stalingrad front at first hand. Life and Fate is unflattering in its portrayal of communists and communism and was banned prior to publication with the copies being seized by the KGB. Grossman was told by the KGB Director that he had a written a masterpiece but he wouldn't be permitted to publish it for at least two or three hundred years. He died before getting a chance to revise the novel and I feel that if he had lived he might have cut some of the lesser characters and perhaps concentrated more on the central story of the battle. It must be said though that the scene of the female doctor hugging the orphaned boy in the gas chamber might be the most powerful piece of prose I've ever read. 
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I should also mention Isaac Babel's Red Cavalry Stories which although not a novel is the defining account of the little known war between the Red Army and a newly independent Poland in 1920. Red Cavalry might be my favourite of all these books. Babel was a great observer of men and their deeds and his status as a Jewish reporter riding with the Cossacks gave him a unique perspective. Red Cavalry is filled with humour, salty dialogue, pathos, irony and a prose style so careful it almost puts Chekov to shame. 

15 comments:

Cary Watson said...

I agree completely on Dr. Zhivago. It's one of those rare instances where the film version of a novel is more coherent and entertaining. W & P more than stands the test of time. Have you read Sebastopol Sketches by Tolstoy? It's kind of a short dry run for W & P. Life & Fate is superb, and my only miniscule complaint about it was that the physicist's story took up a bit too much of the book. After I read Life & Fate it crossed my mind that HBO/Hanks/Spielberg should follow up Band of Brothers and the Pacific with a long form version of Life and Fate. It's not going to happen, but it's nice to imagine.

adrian mckinty said...

Cary

I tried really hard with Zhivago and those reviews on Amazon are ecstatic but I just couldnt get into it at all.

I feel that if Grossman had a chance to review Life and Fate he would have cut the scientist's scenes down by half.

As to Spielberg and co? Well 80% of German casualties did occur on the Ostfront didnt they? but I think they might worry about whether US audiences could identify with the Soviet stories.

seana said...

Oddly enough, I just read this little piece in Bookforum, which basically says that Zhivago's bestsellerdom was a result of the Zeitgeist and not so much its artistic merit.

I haven't read Pasternak's poetry really, but I always liked a little fragment that Thomas Merton included in an essay:

"My sister-called-life, like a tidal wave breaking
Swamps the bright world in a wall of spring rain:
But people with watch-chains grumble and frown
With poisoned politeness, like snakes in the corn."

adrian mckinty said...

Seana

I'm not digging the simile - its confusing, I know what he means, there's a placid field of corn but underneath there are snakes, which is kind of like people's faces... but all I can think of is how can snakes grumble when they dont have voice boxes?

adrian mckinty said...

Seana

Emily Dickinson's snake poem, covering some of the same territory:

A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him, -did you not?
His notice sudden is.

The grass divides as with a comb,
A spotted shaft is seen;
And then it closes at your feet
And opens further on.

He likes a boggy acre,
A floor too cool for corn.
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,

Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun, -
When, stooping to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.

Several of nature's people
I know, and they know me;
I feel for them a transport
Of cordiality;

But never met this fellow,
Attended or alone,
Without a tighter breathing,
And zero at the bone

seana said...

I take your point. Dickinson is the greater poet, and yet in this instance I still like the Pasternak fragment better.

I have to say that although I recognize Dickinson's greatness, we are not kindred spirits. At least, not yet.

adrian mckinty said...

Seana

I dont know what to believe about Dickinson. The recent biography paints her as a scheming lunatic but thats never been my impression.

I wont even bring up Camille Paglia's rather eccentric take on Miss Dickinson.

seana said...

Oh, do.

I'm not against her. Dickinson, I mean, not Paglia, who I think is willfully provocative. I doubt very much that Dickinson was scheming or a lunatic. I just am not subtle enough to get Dickinson's apparently simple poetic style. Probably I should have taken a course in college. But now it's much too late.

By the way, a woman walked in the other day and ordered Life and Fate. And we had a very nice chat about it.

By the other way, I decided to special order myself a copy of Time of Gifts yesterday and much to my surprise, there was already a special order out for it. Thinking that I might have been scatterbrained and already ordered it myself, I checked out the order and discovered that it was my friend's brother who had ordered it, and he doesn't even live here.

Anonymous said...

The settling sun was blood red across the bay, and the hooters and heehawers were starting to gather at McKinty's for an evening rum and punch. "Meyer, you may be a top notch economist, but you are an ugly old coot. How about we wander down to McKinty's a enjoy a cooler...with luck Seana may be there and we might have some luck". Meyer snorted. "Forget it McGee. You think you're some dashing knight errant, always fighting the dragon to rescue the lovely lass. But your a joke, McGee! Like some washed up Russian nobleman with no money - some sort of a stock character out of Tolstoy." McGee took a big slug of his Boodles on ice. "Well thats rude!" he muttered.

BRIGHT WIND FROM MOUNTAIN

Peter Rozovsky said...
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Peter Rozovsky said...

Derek Jeter got his 3,000th hit. What's all this bushwa about a bunch of Russians?

seana said...

Bright Wind, I think you'll be happy to know that the Travis McGee books have picked up a bit at the bookstore I work in, and I've boosted up the backlist some in your honor.

seana said...

I should add, also in my mother's--who liked him too.

adrian mckinty said...

Bright Wind

Where would we be without those Russian nobelmen fallen on hard times. A great staple of the twenties and thirties if you ask me.

adrian mckinty said...

Peter

I stayed up to watch it on MLB.TV. I just had a feeling that this would be the day.

I was NOT expecting Jeter's flair for the dramatic to express itself in such a bold way though.

That's 50000 people who are unlikely to forget this particular visit to the Bronx.