Maxim Gorky’s Gods
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Russian writer Maxim Gorky (1868-1936) gave up God
though his grandfather, grandmother, and Nanny gave him three different
versions of God to choose from when he was a child.
Since Gorky lost his parents as a
little boy, he was brought up by his maternal grandparents and an old woman
whom Gorky called Nanny (a housemaid of sorts). These three old people
presented the same Christian God to Gorky in their own unique ways.
Grandfather’s God was the traditional
Catholic God, a moral terror with harsh laws, sin and punishment, and demanded absolute
submission to authority. The old man was himself quite a tyrant. Each one of us
shapes our God in our own image. Grandpa’s God was cruel, petty, bureaucratic,
and vengeful, a God who could be used expediently to justify violence,
hierarchy, and submission.
Gorky’s grandmother’s God was quite
the opposite: loving, compassionate, and deeply intertwined with the beauty of
the natural world. Grandma created God in her own image. Gorky loved his
grandmother and her gentle spirit. But he soon abandoned her God. The world he
witnessed as he grew up didn’t justify the existence of such a God. Looking at
the horrific poverty and exploitation across Russia, Gorky became convinced
that traditional religion was a “spiritual booze” that kept the working-class
submissive with promises of a heavenly reward.
His Nanny’s God was easier to accept.
This God was driven by whim, luck, wit, and absolute capriciousness. That God
was just like any ordinary human being: quite silly. In his essay on Russian
folktales, Gorky retells one of this Granny’s tales about God.
One night God was taking a walk down
the village with Saint George when the moan of a woman in labour was heard. God
peeped through the window despite Saint George’s warning against it. And He
“got a wallop on his forehead from the midwife with a milk pot that was smashed
into smithereens in spite of its thickness.” God became furious and cursed the
newborn baby: “The person who is being born there shall have no happiness on
earth.”
The baby grew up into a fine peasant
and had a field with rich crops. When Saint George pointed it out to God, God
asked Satan to destroy the field. The peasant then turned to cattle-breeding.
God destroyed that too with terrible vengeance when the man was doing immensely
well with his cattle. Then the man started an apiary on the advice of Saint George.
Finally when he was doing very well, Saint George called God’s attention to it.
But now God felt pity on the man and said, “Let him be. I won’t pester him
anymore.”
“Glory be to you, Lord,” the man
responded, “but I’m not long for this world, I’ve already wasted all my
strength for nothing.”
Narrating this tale, Gorky writes:
“According to Nanny’s tales it appeared that everything on earth was rather
stupid, funny, knavish and not right. The judges were venal, they traded in
truth like butchers in veal. The noblemen-landowners were cruel… the merchants
were greedy…”
In such a world, morality cannot be
expected from heaven; it must arise from human beings themselves. That was the
lesson Gorky learnt from his Nanny’s tales. The noblest qualities of humanity
are our own creation. We should not wait for God to establish justice or
compassion. It is our responsibility to build those.
Gorky lost faith in God. But he knew
that humanity could not survive on cold, scientific materialism alone. So,
along with other intellectuals, he co-founded a philosophical movement called
‘God-Building.’ Instead of worshipping a supernatural creator in the heavens,
humanity should worship its own collective potential, creativity, and goodness.
The myths, rituals, and other religious things should be redirected towards
building a socialist society. Gorky wrote a novel, A Confession, to
illustrate these ideas, depicting a pilgrim who searches for God and ultimately
finds ‘Him’ not in a church but in the collective, united power of the working
people.
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ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful review. somewhere along the lines of confluence of birds. where the bird goes looking for the golden divine bird only to find it within itself. thank you.
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