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The Lies of History



Book Review


Title: Solovyov and Larionov

Author: Eugene Vodolazkin

Translator: Lisa C Hayden

Publisher: OneWorld, London, 2018

Pages: 404

How factual is any historical discourse? How much truth do you expect from history books? I live in a country whose government has simply erased the history of a whole era, the three-century long Mughal reign – from the history textbooks given to school students. Some of the heroes of the freedom struggle are being villainised and vice-versa. Whose history will you trust: Ramachandra Guha’s or Hitesh Shankar’s? If the lion and the deer write the history of the same period in the same forest, which history will be credible to you?

The subjectivity of history is the most fundamental theme of Russian writer Eugene Vodolazkin’s 2009 novel [translated into English in 2018], Solovyov and Larionov. History is a compilation of the writer’s perspectives, obscured by time and personal biases. History is like literature to some extent. But literature admits that it is fiction while history pretends to be truth. This is what Solovyov, the young research-scholar and protagonist of this novel, shows us through his research as well as his life.

Solovyov’s research is on a real historical figure, General Larionov, who can be said to be the other protagonist of the novel. Larionov was a commander in the Imperial Russian Army and he led battles against the Bolshevik Red Army during the Civil War. No such prominent figure who fought the Red Army survived the War. They were all shot dead by the Reds. Larionov was an exception. He not only survived but also lived in his own aristocratic house though he had to share the house with many comrades. How did he manage to live on well into his old age? This is the mystery that Solovyov’s research is going to unearth.  

Solovyov was born in a poor family in the remote countryside. The place is named quite unimaginatively as Kilometre 715. There is a railway station in that place, but hardly any train stops there. Solovyov manages to complete his schooling by sheer determination and hard work. He reads a lot too and even falls in love with the librarian when he is still a little boy. The librarian doesn’t respond to the calf love, of course. Solovyov finds both love and sex in a girl called Leeza Larionova. Does the surname ring a bell? Yes, Leeza will later turn out to be the granddaughter of the object of Solovyov’s research. The plot will take a U-turn by and by.

Solovyov’s ambition, hard work and determination take him to St Petersburg where he is assigned the research topic. His research will take him to many places in one of which he meets the beautiful, young and seductive Zoya whose mother was General Larionov’s assistant in his old age. It is Zoya’s mother who wrote down the dictations of the general’s memoir. Zoya goes out of her way to get the fragments of those memoirs. It is with some difficulty that Solovyov will escape from the seductions of Zoya and move to other places for his research. Though Zoya is an employee at the Chekhov Museum, she possesses tremendous expertise in a non-Chekhovian domain, the narrator tells us, which can be fatal for a young and aspiring man.

The plot moves to a bewitching climax though there is no conclusion of any sort. This is a typical postmodern novel which seamlessly blends fact and fiction, past and present, multilayered fragments of human lives, and irony and humour.

What is life in the end? The novel does raise that question in the final pages. A hilarious tragedy. General Larionov, clever, hero, living legend of the Imperial Army… is now living on a squalid Soviet pension. Sharing a communal toilet. Solovyov’s professor thinks “it is silly” and it would have been better for the general to be shot dead long ago. The professor himself is now in a hospital, as he expresses this view, lowering his pyjama for the nurse to give an injection on his bum. “Relax,” the nurse admonishes him, “Don’t squeeze your buttocks.”

This is not a light read at all. If you are interested in serious literature, go for it. It can be a little challenging too in some places.

PS. This post is part of the Bookish League blog hop hosted by Bohemian Bibliophile

 

Comments

  1. Hari OM
    Not a book or writer I have heard of - but you have me intrigued! YAM xx

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    1. I hadn't heard of him either. A friend of mine, a journalist, brought it along the last time he visited. The writer is wellknown in Russia. He has won some awards too.

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    1. It's an interesting country in many ways. One example: they call their bedpan poo-tin 😅

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  3. That kind of took a turn. History is a story told by the winners, mostly. But as the world changes, what we find interesting changes.

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  4. What a fascinating exploration of the nature of history! Your reflections on how historical narratives can be shaped by personal biases really resonate, especially in today’s world where many governments reshape the past for various reasons. It’s intriguing to think about how different perspectives, like those of Ramachandra Guha and Hitesh Shankar, can alter our understanding of the same events. I love how you connected this theme to Solovyov and Larionov—the journey of Solovyov digging into Larionov’s life sounds like an incredible way to unravel those complexities! It reminds us that history can often feel like a puzzle, with each piece influenced by the storyteller. Thanks for sharing these insights! Wishing you a fantastic weekend! I'd love for you to check out my new post: Wishing you a fantastic weekend! https://www.melodyjacob.com/2024/10/my-visit-to-hunterian-art-gallery-in.html

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    1. History is more of a joke than a puzzle, I think. Anyway, I'm sure of one thing: heroes do not make history, history makes heroes. Look at the present heroes!

      I'm coming to your post as soon as I return from my urgent errand.

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  5. Even tragedy, in Vodolazkin’s novel, is treated with pragmatic irony.

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  6. I don't think I would have picked up this novel at all. But I'm thankful I can squeeze its literary merit through your reviews!

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  7. I want to read this simply because it takes us to the Soviet era and old times in Russia. I actually wonder how much of history is truth and how much is fiction, but monuments are visible truths and that historical value does survive, despite the government's attempt to nullify the truth.

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    1. Russia has always been an interesting country. Apart from politics, its writers were particularly charming.

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  8. It amazes me how your reading is so varied and diverse and yet it's always a thought-provoking book. The way you review it also compels us to check out the book or at least become curious about the genre/story.

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    1. Some books come to me quite by chance, like this one. That's why the diversity.

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  9. Thank you for your in-depth review.I have read some Russian literature , mostly from the old days and they are tough to read but fascinating.I would like to read this one becaus eif like to read about historical events and bit of humor takes away the edge from the going ons.

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    1. If you find the classical Russian writers charming, then this book will certainly keep you hooked.

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  10. Your review has left an impression. I haven't read Russian Literature as of now, but can give it a try now.

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  11. The premise sounds interesting. Thank you for the review.
    Noor Anand Chawla

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  12. This sounds like such a fascinating read! The exploration of history’s subjectivity and the interplay between fact and fiction is something I often think about, especially in today’s world where history is constantly being rewritten. The way the novel blends personal ambition, historical research, and philosophical musings about life’s absurdity seems incredibly thought-provoking. I’m definitely intrigued by the complexity of the characters and the way Vodolazkin weaves humor into what seems like a profound narrative.

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  13. what a fascinating book. As a history graduate your book reviews always draw me towards the books you review about. I might check out this research as well

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  14. Though it's sounding interesting I think i will reserve this for a later read thanks for the honest review on this

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  15. I remember a discussion in a book club one about if historical fiction needs to be factual. That is apparently a gray area but history books sure need to be. Thanks for sharing another interesting read.

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