Whilst in the beautiful, brash and busy capital today I found another Soviet writer (and book) to add to my slowly amassing knowledge of Russian writers. I now greedily grasp ‘The Foundation Pit’, by Andrey Platonov, in my hands and eagerly await spending quality time reading this much maligned author’s work. The novel was wrote in the late 1920’s/early 1930’s but not published in Russia until the 1980’s due to political and ideological upset caused by the themes of Platonov’s novel and previous writings. ‘The Foundation Pit’ describes the lives of a group of soviet workers ‘who believe they are laying the foundations for a radiant future’, but are, of course, misled. In particular it questions the moral authority of the individual, of the collective and of the state, with characters stating their ambivalence towards life itself.
“Wasn’t Truth merely a class enemy? After all the class enemy was now capable of appearing even in the form of the dream and imagination!” (Platonov’s The Foundation Pit).
Honestly I am already 30 pages in and I do not want it to end. Since discovering the very much valued work of Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn and Mikhail Sholokhov on my father’s bookshelves I have reached deep into the well of beauty that is Russian literature, but my thirst is not yet sated and I am not sure it ever will be. Visits to the University and local council library have yielded such gems as Anna ‘Karenina’ by Tolstoy and Gogol’s ‘Dead Souls’, but my most treasured reads so far have to Solzhenitsyn’s ‘Cancer Ward’ and Sholokohov’s Don epic. I have yet to try Dostoyevsky, but ‘The Brothers Karamazov’ is always on my mind. In the mean time I am sure Platonov will keep me busy.
I had the audacity to quote Mikhail Sholokhov after the title page in the dissertation for my MSc, and a friend commented that it was a slightly pompous thing to do (I may have also quoted Tolstoy). I chuckled and agreed, but his quote was perfect for the work that the dissertation contained, on how people and individuals had moved around the landscape of Central Europe many thousands of years ago. But it also spoke to me on a deeper level, about how life can take its many different paths through convoluted routes, some of which are seen coming from far ahead in the distance and are welcomed, whilst others can land with a thump, unseen and unwanted. Yes, the trials and tribulations of Gregor and the Melekhov family will live long in my memory, as will the beauty of Sholokhov’s prose…
‘When swept out of its normal channel, life scatters into innumerable streams. It is difficult to foresee which it will take in its treacherous and winding course. Where today it flows in shallows, like a rivulet over sandbanks, so shallow that the shoals are visible, tomorrow it will flow richly and fully.’
Quoted from ‘And Quiet Flows the Don’ (1934),
by Mikhail Aleksandrovich Sholokhov.
The Tolstoy quote, from Anna Karenina, was not nearly as lyrical, but did reflect an ounce of truth that I felt on the completion of the dissertation (‘I am afraid I am becoming ridiculous’‘)…
Here I present some of my favorite books of 2012 (and a few from before). You’ll notice they are mostly travel/history books in one form or another, often about places outside of my home country. Reading for me often opens up the mind, and I tend to gravitate towards travel as this opens up the realms of history and prehistory for the writer, something I’m particularly keen in. However I am keen on a good novel, so please let me know if you come across any, and I am always open to reading about travel writing, no matter where in the world. I’d heavily recommend you take a look at the blurbs of the books as they are awfully interesting, and I’m happy for any suggestions to add to my pile. I’ve put ‘Anna Karenina’ by Leo Tolstoy on this list, but I’ve only just managed to hunt down a copy from my local library after having to hand back in my University copy unfinished. Rest assured though that Oblonsky, Levin, Vronsky and Anna will live long in my imagination. Click the links to learn more about each book.
‘Timequake‘ (1997) by the American novelist Kurt Vonnegut (not pictured).
‘The Stranger‘ (also known as The Outsider, or L’Etranger in the original French version) (or.1942) by the French author and philosopher Albert Camus (not pictured).
Of course this is just a selection of some of my favourite recent books that I have come across. Every time I enter a library I feel honoured to share the same space as so many great works of literature and art. The beauty of the written word never ceases to amaze me, whether it is from a novel, a poem or a piece of travel writing. It can open up new ways of thinking about every day events, or provide new views on events or people you thought you knew. It can move you to the edge of tears, or terrify you to point of horror. The sign of a truly great book is one that keeps you hooked, long after you should have been asleep after a busy day.
I shall forever have treasured and fond memories of volunteering in a Oxfam book and music store, and mulling over which book I should buy next when my shift ended. One of the pure joys of books is passing them onto friends once you have finished it to lend it out or give it to someone else to enjoy. I haven’t included any brief synopsis’ of the books here because I want you to take a minute or two to click the link and have an explore, and see what you think is interesting.