The Noise of Time by Julian Barnes
You might be sensing something of a theme here on the Ramblings….
… because I do seem to be reading rather a lot of books set in or about Soviet Russia! I guess that’s kind of inevitable in the anniversary year of the 1917 Revolution, and I’m not complaining as it’s fairly obvious to even the most casual reader that I do have an interest in that country and its literature. However, I’ve been circling “The Noise of Time” for a little while now, slightly apprehensive and unsure if I should read it, mostly because of my well-known discomfort with fictionalised real lives, and also because it’s about Shostakovich, whose work I absolutely love (despite knowing very little about music in a technical way).
Dmitri Shostakovich is probably one of the most well-known Russian composers of the 20th century and he does tend to attract a little controversy, being either regarded as a puppet of the regime or a man who survived by saying one thing and meaning another. Barnes obviously subscribes to the latter view, and his portrait of the composer is nuanced and compelling.
But one of life’s many disappointments was that it was never a novel, not by Maupassant or anyone else. Well, perhaps a short satirical tale by Gogol.
“Noise” focuses on three pivotal points in Shostakovich’s life where he reaches a critical point – times when survival could well be in doubt. Each of these years – 1936, 1948, 1960 – is twelve years apart and a leap year, and the superstitious composer is very aware of this. In the first section of the book we find him waiting outside the lift in his building, a small suitcase in his hand; for Shostakovich is convinced he is about to be arrested, taken in the night as so many of his friends and colleagues have been, and he wishes to be prepared and orderly rather than grabbed in his pyjamas. As he waits, he reminiscences and ponders on his past; his relationship with his family, previous loves, and the fact that the failure of his opera, “Lady Macbeth of Mtsensk” has led to him being denounced and vilified.
He did not want to make himself into a dramatic character. But sometimes, as his mind skittered in the small hours, he thought: so this is what history has come to. All that striving and idealism and hope and progress and science and art and conscience, and it all ends like this, with a man standing by a lift, at his feet a small case containing cigarettes, underwear and tooth powder; standing there and waiting to be taken away.
Through a quirk of fate Shostakovich survives 1936 and when we next encounter him he’s returning from a politically motivated propaganda visit to America. This has been stressful, as he’s been made to spout speeches and soundbites written for him by the authorities, as well as encountering hostile émigré Russians. By now, the composer knows that to speak out would mean trouble for both him and his family, and instead irony is the best defence against tyranny – particularly useful when dealing with a functionary sent to give him a little political education.
The final section focuses on an older Shostakovich, dealing with declining health and a final indignity. Living through the thaw that followed Stalin’s death, everyday life has become slightly easier; however, this brings its own problems and the composer is faced with having to make a choice which will completely compromise him morally and is one of the hardest things he ever has to do.
Barnes draws on two major works for his portrait of the composer: “Shostakovich: A Life Remembered” by Elizabeth Wilson, and “Testimony”, Shostakovich’s memoirs as related to Solomon Volkov. Both of these books are on Mount TBR and I’m well aware that the latter has also been controversial, with differing claims about its authenticity. Nevertheless, the voice that Barnes gives to Shostakovich here is one I found entirely convincing and the book is a compelling, fascinating and very moving read. Barnes captures brilliantly in his narrative the effects of living a life in constant fear; the daily horrors, the wish to escape and just be left alone to create your work. Despite his dismissal of himself as a “worm”, Shostakovich’s narrative is wryly witty in places, a dark humour that was probably a necessary response to years of living under the iron heel of tyranny.
In the old days, a child might pay for the sins of its father, or indeed mother. Nowadays, in the most advanced society on earth, the parents might pay for the sins of the child, along with uncles, aunts, cousins, in-laws, colleagues, friends, and even the man who unthinkingly smiled at you as he came out of the lift at three in the morning. The system of retribution had been greatly improved, and was so much more inclusive than it used to be.
The title of this book is also that of a collection of memoirs by the Russian poet Osip Mandelstam, and it’s also a thread that runs through the narrative. On the surface you couldn’t find two more different Soviet artists than the poet and the composer. Mandelstam spoke his mind about Stalin during the height of the purges, was betrayed and paid the ultimate price of madness and death; Shostakovich, by contrast, considered himself a coward and often failed to speak out, instead trying to negotiate a path through the stormy waters of the Soviet regime. It was a life endured with constant ups and downs, one day in favour, the next day out, and I would argue it took a certain moral resilience to live that way. How he actually managed to cope with constant fear and uncertainty while producing stunning works is a bit of a miracle; and actually living with the daily stress of not knowing if you’ll be denounced or arrested or tortured or killed takes its own kind of courage. And despite the portrait given here, Shostakovich *did* speak out in support of other artists and also produced work attacking anti-Semitism; so he was not without courage.
What could be put up against the noise of time? Only that music which is inside ourselves – the music of our being – which is transformed by some into real music. Which, over the decades, if it is strong and true and pure enough to drown out the noise of time, is transformed into the whisper of history. This was what he held to.
There’s a wonderful photograph, which I’m reproducing here, which basically shows four Russian geniuses in 1929. Clockwise from the top left you have Mayakovsky, Rodchenko, Meyerhold, and Shostakovich. Mayakovsky would commit suicide a year later; artist Rodchenko managed to survive until 1956; the great man of the theatre Meyerhold was tortured and executed in 1940; but somehow Shostakovich made it through until my lifetime, dying in 1975 – a link to that Soviet past that lasted into the modern world.
So “The Noise of Time” turned out to be one of the best reads of the year so far, and a book that I’m so glad I picked up. It deserves all the plaudits it received: not only does Julian Barnes paint a sympathetic and suggestive portrait of a great composer who survived a terrible regime against all the odds, he also provides a frighteningly vivid depiction of what happens to art under totalitarian rule. That’s becoming a running theme on the Ramblings, one which is particularly relevant to our world today; and I can’t recommend this book highly enough, especially if you need to be reminded of what we have to avoid.
May 22, 2017 @ 07:02:55
Yes, I admired it too, especially for The ‘vivid depiction of what happens to art under totalitarian rule’.
May 22, 2017 @ 09:24:44
Very pertinent at the moment, isn’t it? :s
May 22, 2017 @ 07:40:05
I bought a cheap copy of the paperback new in Sainsbury’s but haven’t read it yet so shall return to your post when I have. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.
May 22, 2017 @ 09:00:48
I think it’s a stunning read, definitely deserves all the plaudits in my view.
May 22, 2017 @ 07:51:22
A friend read this recently and really enjoyed it. Glad to see it was a hit with you as well. Lovely review as ever, Karen – very evocative.
May 22, 2017 @ 09:00:29
Thanks Jacqui – as you can probably tell, I really loved this one! 🙂
May 22, 2017 @ 10:48:36
Yes, indeed. My friend found it very atmospheric, an evocative portrait of the culture at that time.
May 22, 2017 @ 11:29:21
Your friend was right! 🙂
May 22, 2017 @ 07:55:59
Great review Karen. I tend to waver when it comes to Julian Barnes, but you’ve completely convinced me that I need to read this.
May 22, 2017 @ 08:59:51
I think it’s an essential read – I haven’t read any Barnes for yonks, but this book is something special.
May 22, 2017 @ 08:29:40
I’m so glad this worked so well for you, given your (our) dislike of fictionalisations. Barnes is a very accomplished writer of course, which must have helped. Shostakovitch is one of my favourite composers and I’m not tempted by this, but it is nice to remember that our lives overlapped, if slightly!
May 22, 2017 @ 08:58:18
His writings is excellent, I’d forgotten how good as it’s a long time since I read him. I think that must have something to do with my liking of this!
May 22, 2017 @ 08:45:03
I was rather taken with this book, felt it explored quite accurately that tricky balance between fear and compromise. But I felt Barnes could have taken it a little further in fictionalising thoughts and fears, rather than just writing a bit of a treatise (which he does in the 2nd part in particular). The first part, with Shostakovitch sitting by the lift with his case is just so perfect, vivid and visceral, I would have liked more like that.
May 22, 2017 @ 08:57:19
I know what you mean – that first part is stunning. I was just surprised I loved the book so much given my issues with fictionalised lives in the past.
May 22, 2017 @ 10:56:06
I had previously completely overlooked this book although I know Julian Barnes to be a good writer who I have read before. However you make it sound really compelling and full of atmosphere for the times. Great review.
May 22, 2017 @ 11:28:58
Thanks Ali. It really is a wonderful read, and ideal for me given its subject matter!
May 22, 2017 @ 18:11:39
You encourage me. I had begun listening to this but somehow it didn’t catch my attention and I’d let it drift. Perhaps I should start it again, and not late at night when I’m tired! Generally I love Julian Barnes and have always been a fan of his writing, so I should definitely give it another chance one way or another!
May 22, 2017 @ 19:04:48
I haven’t read Barnes for years, but this really grabbed me. Of course, the subject matter would appeal to me, but I thought it was wonderfully written. Hope a second try is more successful!
May 22, 2017 @ 21:21:46
I read this when it came out and I’ve been waiting since then to learn your views on it – knowing that these views would be based on such a depth of knowledge about the period it portrays. I liked the novel, though I didn’t love it as much as you have – probably because I’m missing much of the context you bring to it (I’ve never read Mandelstam, but he’s been duly added to the list). Thank you for the review – it’s moved ‘Noise’ considerably higher up the re-reading pile
May 23, 2017 @ 09:18:10
I think knowing the context really *did* help when reading it. And I was unsure how I’d respond to the book because I love Shostakovich so much. But the book really spoke to me – as you can probably tell…. 😉
May 23, 2017 @ 21:51:34
Yeah, I’d say there’s a theme. Earlier today, roaming thought the library catalogue looking for something else entirely, I spotted a Soviet author and immediately thought of you!
This is an area in which I am profoundly underread (non-read, that’d be more accurate) so I really enjoy your posts, and eventually they will pull me into reading something, I know it will happen!
May 24, 2017 @ 13:24:29
:)) I *am* known for my love of Russian lit of all kinds! I do hope you find something there that appeals to you – there’s such a wide range of reading!
May 24, 2017 @ 15:28:38
I’ve had this on my shelf for a little while, you’ve made me keen to pick it up. The quote in the title of the post is just wonderful!
May 24, 2017 @ 15:59:56
There’s a lot of great quotes in the book – it really is a wonderful read.
May 27, 2017 @ 01:16:38
This sounds fascinating! I am always dismayed by the thought of reading a historical novel, though I did read Barnes’ Arthur and George during one Booker Prize season and admired. Apparently Barnes can do everything. I’ll put this on my TBR list.
May 27, 2017 @ 19:37:09
Oddly enough, because I grew up in the 20th century, this time period doesn’t feel ‘historical’ to me – how weird is that! I can recommend this one highly though – a really well written book.
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