In discussing Viktor Remizov’s
Воля вольная—a
novel that’s known by a completely different title,
Ashes and Dust, in English—it’s probably best to start with the
book’s tricky Russian title. The words, which transliterate as
Volya vol’naya, refer, essentially, to the setting free of someone’s
will to do something. The Russian title sums up the novel perfectly: Remizov
writes about people and their will for freedom in the Russian Far East. In
telling their stories, Remizov looks at problems that arise in an engrained system
where poachers, everyday people, pay off officials for the dubious right to do illegal things.
Remizov writes about hunters, fishermen, cops, and Omonovtsy, officers in the Russian
special forces, though I came away with an even better picture of the taiga’s snow,
trees, and animals than its people. That’s not to say Remizov does a bad job
describing his people—he handles a pretty large cast surprisingly well—it’s to
say he does a beautiful job describing nature and the ways people inhabit it. It’s
very difficult to believe Ashes and Dust
is a debut novel; I’m glad the Big Book and Russia Booker award juries both named
it a finalist. A bit more on that below.
Remizov’s novel is, of course, far, far more elegant than my
description and part of my admiration for the book lies in the fact that
Remizov has resurrected a genre that makes the book feel rather retro: the
social novel. Remizov glides between intersecting subplots and creates a cast
of characters that makes Ashes and Dust
remind me, structurally, at any rate, more of Richard Price’s Clockers than of, say, Roman Senchin’s The Yeltyshevs, a book set far closer to
the Russian Far East than Price’s New Jersey. Though Ashes and Dust, like The
Yeltyshevs, is a work of realism that looks at difficult living
situations, both physical (lack of indoor facilities) and psychological (lack
of individual freedoms), Remizov casts a broader net (pun intended: there is fishing
in the book) than Senchin by concentrating
on a universal social problem—freedom, on many levels—and offering individuals
from several parts of society rather than detailing the facts of the fate of
one person or one family, as Senchin’s novel (and most naturalistic chernukha literature)
does so successfully.
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| I had never thought much about the Russian sable... |
There’s something almost relaxing about reading
Ashes and Dust, despite some difficult
vocabulary and the tensions of a community torn apart by bribery, hunters like
Genka Milyutin following his forefathers’ instincts out in the taiga, personal issues
for a not-so-bad cop and his girlfriend, or wealthy Muscovite Ilya’s one-on-one
with a bear. I won’t say who wins. And then there are the special forces, who come
in to restore order when emotions start to boil in the community because of the
issue of paying tribute. Remizov includes lots of other details that give the book
texture, like
холодец (that jellied
meat some of us dread so much), good cop/bad cop, class differences, the
guitarist Balaban, vodka, playing Mozart in the wilderness, the obligatory
Rambo reference, a feeling of love among friends, and lots of discussion of
what’s wrong with Russia.
Almost nothing in Ashes
and Dust is especially innovative but Remizov puts all his pieces together
in a way that makes them feel oddly, even paradoxically, fresh. I’d love to say
the freshness (or illusion of freshness?) comes from the distant setting and
witnessing how characters handle the wilderness, something Remizov obviously
knows well—I was probably predisposed to enjoy Ashes and Dust for the simple reason that I love snow and cold
weather—but, again, I think it’s the social novel genre’s jumpiness that keeps
the novel on pace despite all sorts of elements that can really slow down a
book and put me on the brink of boredom: nature descriptions and
discussion of the afore-mentioned Big Questions About Freedoms. Instead of
boredom, I found myself slowing down toward the end of the book because I didn’t
want it to end.
As for the awards, well, it makes me happy that the Big Book
and Booker juries—and the thick journal Novyi
mir, which published the novel before it was reprinted in book form, first
by Grand Express in Khabarovsk, this fall by Elena Shubina’s imprint at AST—recognized
Ashes and Dust. To be honest, I think
I’m so used to postmodern novels these days that Ashes and Dust was a bit of a shock to the system. It’s hard to
find good social novels (at least in my world) and, again, the word “retro”
seems to apply: the book feels wonderfully and welcomingly old-fashioned despite
lots of markers from contemporary life, like references to the Chechen War and
the Moscow business world. In the end, as I type, I remember a thought that
came when I began reading Ashes and Dust:
Remizov is a very good storyteller, a quality that feels a little under-rated these days. Storytelling is, for me, the most important aspect
of a good book, whether the writer tells a story using old-school or postmodern
methods. Whatever they might be.
Disclaimers: The usual.
Publisher Elena Shubina introduced me to Viktor Remizov at the Moscow
International Book Fair; I was given a copy of his novel. For these and numerous other reasons, if I
hadn’t liked this book, I probably would have feigned losing it or said our cat Ireland shredded
it, something that, alas, really, truly could happen. Ireland especially loves the binding of Arkadii Dragomoshchenko’s
Endarkment, a bilingual collection of poetry edited by Eugene Ostashevsky that Wesleyan University Press sent to me ages ago... and from which I’ve read and enjoyed bits and pieces... this seems to be the way I read poetry collections.
Up Next: Some
other book? Perhaps Marina Stepnova’s
Безбожный переулок (Italian Lessons)? Or Evgeny Vodolazkin’s
Solovyov and Larionov? Or maybe even a trip report about the 1.5
days I’m about to spend in New York, thanks to Read Russia’s first-annual
Russian
Literature Week, a celebration of Russian literature and translation? I’m
sure I’ll see some of you at events on Monday and Tuesday!
Image from Sewell Newhouse’s 1867
The Trapper’s Guide, via
Wikipedia.
