Time for some non-fiction – and what a joy this book was! As I mentioned here, I came across this book totally by chance in a charity shop box, thanks to Youngest Child’s eagle eye, and was attracted to it by the title, then discovering it was a record of the author’s travels through Soviet Russia and beyond in 1961. It sounded right up my street and it was!
I’d never heard of Fred Basnett or his book before finding it, and there is precious little about him on the Internet – all I have managed to discover is his obituary here which makes mention of his as a writer and broadcaster. He seems to be a forgotten figure but on the basis of this book I’m not sure why.
In August 1961, Fred found himself co-piloting an ancient (1926!) Alvis car with his friend Paul Redfern, as they have somehow been convinced it would be a good idea for them to drive it through Russia then on through Iran and Turkey before returning to the UK. This would be something of an undertaking at the best of times, but bearing in mind that this was at the height of the Cold War, not long before the Cuban Missile Crisis, then it starts to seem foolhardy. Fred and Paul set off nevertheless, travelling with the car by boat to Sweden, then up to visit the Arctic Circle, before heading south through Finland and crossing into Soviet Russia. Somehow the car holds together and they manage to survive through Leningrad, Moscow and right down through Georgia to Tbilisi. After complex border negotiations they pass through Iran, spotting Mount Ararat on the way, before finally arriving with car in Turkey and enjoying slightly more civilised living in Ankara and Istanbul. The book ends as they reluctantly take their leave of Turkey, and alas we don’t get to enjoy their final drive home – maybe this was less eventful than the rest of the journey!
This is a wonderful book on several different levels. Firstly, as an illustration of the kind of travel book described by Hilary on Vulpes Libris as “brilliant reading for anyone who enjoys perceptive, personal travel writing for its own sake”, it’s exemplary. It’s funny, opinionated, poignant and infused with a genuine love of the people Fred met on his travels. Secondly, it gives an excellent snapshot of what it was like to travel through Soviet Russia at the time. Whether dodging potential informers or controlling Intourist “guides”, Fred and Paul are always aware that they are being observed and it is a rare occasion when they can sneak away to get a glimpse of the reality behind the Iron Curtain. When they do meet the ordinary citizens they get on like a house on fire, and are met with constant kindness (and a desire to buy anything western they are prepared to part with!). The book is almost a historical document and worth reading to remind yourself what life was like for Russian citizens at that time. There is a desperate need for anything from the outside world, and at one point they are even approached for the printed word:
“Lingering in the corridor of the train, not knowing how to say goodbye, the shy youth opened up a little and told us that his father was a languages professor who translated English books. I gave him Muriel Spark’s ‘Memento Mori’, and then he asked, with tense off-handedness, if there were any English newspapers I’d finished with. All I could find was a tattered copy of The Guardian…”
I wonder what the professor made of Ms. Spark’s novel?
The constant run-ins with Intourist (the Soviet travel agency), the endless waiting around for visas, paperwork and even meals, the interminable bureaucracy were unbelievable and the frustrations the travellers had to put up with would have tried the patience of a saint! Fred and Paul at one point end up stranded in a border town that is no more than a railway station whilst waiting for the car to catch them up by train, and as they sink into torpor, Fred finds amusement in watching the antics of local ants!
Thirdly, this is a glimpse of a lost world – a world where travel still seemed like exploration and to set off on a whim in an old car was carrying on one’s travelling heritage (e.g. Robert Byron’s “Europe in the Looking Glass”), where the globe seemed large and regular jet-setting had not reduced the excitement of discovering a new land. And finally, this is just such a readable book – the writing is lovely, evocative and I became completely absorbed, ending up feeling as if I’d made the journey with them.
I can’t recommend this book highly enough for those who enjoy travel writing – it seems to me that this is such an unjustly neglected book which should be up there alongside Newby et al. It’s full of lovely descriptions of the regions they passed through and also some very funny sections – here are some examples, but I could have pulled out loads:
“Still looking like an inland sea, Lake Sevan must have been even larger before they started tapping off water for a hydro-electric scheme whose pylons go striding off in all directions over the naked hills. What was once an island out in the lake is now a peninsula, an over-large head on the end of a thin, chalky neck of land, which sent the sun bouncing into our eyes as we walked across. Two cosy little churches of the ninth century squatted comfortably at the turfy summit of the former island. The steep path leading to them passed a clump of intricately carved tombstones, as ancient and withdrawn as a group of geriatric patients. The carving was blurred by strata of lichens, which overlapped like stained, corroded, paper-thin medals.”
“The last call was to the covered market to buy some food for the train journey. Ambivalence again – this time of old and new, of apathy and ebullience. A colossal bronze screen, fretted and pierced like a giant doily, fills the arch of the portico. The fifteen-foot door cut through this looks like a mouse-hole; you scuttle through and find yourself in a high, spaciously echoing vault, more like a hygienic hangar than a market. The traders seem cowed by this space, and cling unhappily to the walls like people who’ve come to a dance too early. Old men squat on their hunkers among green-marbled hills of melons thinking nostalgically of the dirty, bustling life of the old street markets.”
“For all I know, the approach to Maku may be beautiful, even spectacular, when the sun is up, but it is very different on a blind, moonless night. The road runs through a strangely brooding valley, thickly peopled with tall boulders which stand humped like cloaked trolls, sometimes in quiet groups, sometimes alone and waiting with terrible patience at the very edge of the road. The silence was a straining drum-skin waiting to burst in one dreadful boom – and the rocks would then stir stiffly and begin to lurch forward. In this context Maku appears like the good fairy….”
“The dome rang with the sound characteristic of swimming pools everywhere – a compound of the baying of muscled extraverts (sic) and the cries of the drowning. The only thing missing was the whiff of chlorine. The water needed more than a whiff. It was opaque enough to make your hand disappear six inches down and, after swallowing a half-pint, I rejected any idea of joining in the wrestling.”
Negative points? I can’t really think of any – perhaps there is the occasional slightly politically incorrect reference (mainly to women rather than ethnic minorities) but there was nothing that made my hackles rise. In summary, this book is going to have pride of place on my travel shelf and if you have any love of travel writing at all, please track down a copy – there are plenty of low-priced ones online, and you’ll be in for a treat! Loved this book!
Annabel (gaskella)
Jun 05, 2013 @ 08:41:00
This sounds lovely, the best kind of travel writing.
kaggsysbookishramblings
Jun 05, 2013 @ 09:41:48
It was – really enjoyable and stimulating!
Peter S
Jun 06, 2013 @ 02:57:40
It’s too bad that its out of print, sounds like a wonderful book!
kaggsysbookishramblings
Jun 06, 2013 @ 08:25:54
I *loved* it and I can’t understand why it’s not more widely available – luckily there are lots of cheap second hand copies about!
Carole
Jun 08, 2013 @ 23:38:40
Hi, I just noticed this review and wondered if you would like to link it in to the current monthly collection of books that people loved on Carole’s Chatter. This is the link There are already some great books linked in that you might be interested in. It would be super if you came on over. Cheers
kaggsysbookishramblings
Jun 09, 2013 @ 11:52:23
Sounds great Carole – on my way over!
Carole
Jun 09, 2013 @ 20:19:18
Thanks for adding to the “library”. I hope to see you again soon. Cheers
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Andy
Dec 06, 2013 @ 10:24:41
Read in the early 1980’s when the book was well forgotten even back then, when I found it in a second hand bookshop. I loved it and read it through twice. I passed the book through friends who all loved it, and I still have my copy to this day. Notables are the Ancient Mariner who occasionally descends like a cloud upon Fred and Paul, trading shirts in cold war USSR, the guides of Intourist, and playing cricket with the flies and ants in a railway station garden. It’s all in the humorous detail.
kaggsysbookishramblings
Dec 06, 2013 @ 10:53:38
This was *such* a great read and I still laugh thinking about it – I’m glad there are other fans out there!
Paul Capewell
Feb 12, 2014 @ 18:08:25
Hi, I just wanted to say it was nice to stumble upon your review of this wonderful book. Our experiences sound similar – randomly found the book in a charity shop, intrigued by its title, and very quickly fell in love with Basnett’s flair for dialogue and description. I’m now in the process of trying to find copies of his other books, and anything else about the man that I can. Currently part way through his novel, Gropers.
kaggsysbookishramblings
Feb 12, 2014 @ 18:12:45
Thanks, and glad to hear there are other lovers of this book and author out there. It’s a wonderful read – so evocative of the place and time. I do feel he’s unjustly neglected – and I’m intrigued to hear about his novel. Off to do a little online digging about, I think…… 🙂
Susue
Jun 16, 2014 @ 12:13:35
Fred Basnett, the author of Travels of a Capitalist Lackey, was my husband. A friend told me that someone had written about the book on kaggysbookish ramblings. I was so thrilled when I read it and just wish he was here to see it.
Fred was a wonderful companion – knowledgeable, observant and very funny. I think the book finished in Turkey because the publisher said it was too long. The missing pages included Bulgaria,Yugoslavia,Austria and Germany and, a visit to Dachau. He writes…It is a pleasant little town…the concentration camp is close by and there is a car-park and a cafe bright with Coca-Cola signs. It also sells postcards. In the museum there are glass cases…full of paperwork and a few photographs…I swallow to take down the extra saliva that comes before vomiting…a young German girl ahead of me keeps whispering Liebe Gott…ignoring the rest of the cases I walk out past the ovens and through the gas chamber…at the exit I notice, incredulously, a visitors book with a space for comments…I do not recommend visiting concentration camps…tragedy without any catharsis…Time, of course, will alter this…already Guernica is remembered, if at all, as a Picasso.
The journey continues, silently, from Dachau to France. After a couple of days in Paris, during which time the bodies of twenty Muslims were found floating in the Seine, they drive to Le Touquet and onto the plane which will take them back to England. “It was a small plane carrying only two cars and four people. The other car was a Continental Bentley. The English couple who owned it sat down opposite. They never exchanged a single word with either of us.
Thank you, whoever it was that wrote about Travels of a Capital Lackey. It was Fred’s first book. I think you would also enjoy the others, especially Critical Mass.
Susue
kaggsysbookishramblings
Jun 16, 2014 @ 13:32:13
Thank you *so* much for commenting on here – it was wonderful to hear about the extra sections your husband had written and I do wish these had been included. “Travels” was such a wonderful book, definitely one of my favourite reads from last year. Fred was obviously a brilliant observer and a great writer, and you felt you were travelling alongside him. I’ll certainly look out his other books, as this one gave me so much pleasure and enjoyment! Thanks again, Karen
Paul Capewell
Jun 16, 2014 @ 16:15:39
I just wanted to chime in as well to say a huge thank you as well, Susue. I’m so glad I found this blog post a while ago to see others’ enthusiasm for this wonderful book and man. And I’m equally pleased I subscribed to the comments as it meant I could see your new comment! What a lovely insight. This is one of my favourite travel books, and to hear a tiny bit more about the trip and the man behind it is just wonderful.
kaggsysbookishramblings
Jun 16, 2014 @ 17:18:33
Agreed Paul! Everyone who seems to stumble across this book loves it – I just wish it was more widely known!
Susue
Jun 30, 2014 @ 11:02:33
I must have pressed the wrong key when I wrote my name.It is Susie not Susue. (Fred Basnett’s widow}
kaggsysbookishramblings
Jun 30, 2014 @ 11:09:56
I did wonder – but didn’t like to assume! And thank you again for your lovely comment!
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David
Oct 13, 2016 @ 10:05:54
Dear Susie
As the current owner of the Alvis car of Travels of a Capitalist Lackey, I was fascinated to read of the missing leg of the journey. Have you thought about publishing the missing section? I’d be very interested to read that. The book has been on my shelf for some 30 years.
kaggsysbookishramblings
Oct 13, 2016 @ 10:33:15
How exciting to know that the car still survives – wonderful to hear that, and I too would love to read the missing section.
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