This quote,
from Russian Menshevik Lydia Dan, is one of the epigraphs to my work in
progress (one of them), a novel about Russian and Ukrainian revolutionaries.
Lydia Dan,
a nice girl from a nice upper middle class family of Russian Jewish
intellectuals, ended up touring Moscow factories agitating for workers rights
among people she had barely a common language with, staying the night with
prostitutes to avoid being picked up by the secret police, marrying not just
one but two revolutionaries, losing her child, choosing the wrong side
(Trotsky’s Mensheviks over Lenin’s Bolsheviks), and living long enough to see a
revolution she dedicated her life to, turn distinctly sour and bitter.
“As people
we were much more out of books than out of real life,” Dan says, in an extended
interview with Leopold Haimson published in The Making of Three Russian Revolutionaries. She means that in her
young days, she and her fellow idealists who sat up or walked the streets all
night discussing the revolution to come, had seen nothing of ‘real life’. They got
their world view from reading Marx and Chernyshevsky and Gorky; the first time
Dan actually met a real-life prostitute all she could think about were scenes
she had read in Maupassant. They were so busy theorizing about the revolution,
and inhabiting its weird, underground, anti-social existence of ideas, that
they did not know how to hold down a job, pay a bill, mend a coat, look after a
baby…
For me, writing about such people a century later, the quote
has a second meaning. Dan and her fellow revolutionaries seem to me like
characters out of books: utterly recognisable in their loves and hates and
idiocies and heroics, but larger than life, more vivid and interesting, coming
from a complete and absorbing world that exists safely between the pages. In
other words, fictional.
These last few months in Ukraine, I’ve met the contemporary
reincarnation of Dan and her fellow revolutionaries. They are here in all their
guises: the ones who make bombs and pick up guns, the ones who write heartfelt
tracts or disseminate poisonously attractive lies, the ones who look after
the poor and the dispossessed, the ones who spy and betray, the ones who are
ready to die for ‘the people’ and the ones who kill, rob and torture
people in the name of making a profit.
Again and again, I keep coming across characters who are
straight from 1917.
It’s all amazing, amazing material for my novel, of course.
But I realise that maybe I am more like Dan than I thought. My ideas for that novel
came more out of reading than from experience: I thought those revolutionaries
were safely between the pages.
It is terrifying to realise that the people who
are tearing a country I love to pieces, or trying desperately to hold it
together, are in fact, much more out of real life than out of books.
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3 comments:
Disturbing. Take care of yourself, Lily, and thank you for this post from the front line!
Wishing you well with your work and researches, Lily.
Thank you, Sue and Penny
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