My final read for the#1965Club is, somewhat inevitably for me, a Russian book – Sofia Petrovna by Lydia Chukovskaya, translated by David Floyd. It’s a book that’s been nestling on Mount TBR for five years, if the grocery receipt tucked in the front is any guide, and that in itself is fairly alarming. Really, I wish I’d pulled this one down to read before now, as it really is an excellent book. Although it was initially published in 1965, “Sofia…” was actually written in the 1930s and this fact is crucial; the book has a ring of authenticity which comes from being written in effect as an eye-witness account of what it was like to live in those times; and it isn’t necessarily pretty.
Chukovskaya herself is a fascinating figure; born in Finland when it was part of the Russian empire, her father was Kornei Chukovsky, a poet and children’s writer. She mixed regularly with just about everyone involved in the arts, from Blok to Chaliapin, and was not particularly welcoming to the Bolshevik regime, earning herself an early period in exile. Yet she managed to survive all of the upheavals of Soviet Russia and lived until 1996, even winning at one point the Andrei Sakharov Prize For Writer’s Civic Courage, presumably for her work supporting dissidents in her country. “Sofia Petrovna” was originally published in 1965 under a completely different (and inappropriate) title, after having circulated via samizdat, and my Harvill edition is from 1989.
“Sofia…” tells the ostensibly simple story of a woman living through the 1930s in Russia. The titular character is a widow with a young son, and she takes up work typing in a Leningrad publishing house to make ends meet. As she’s an efficient worker she soon ends up in charge of the typing pool, trusted with responsible jobs and highly regarded by her employers. She works hard, brings up a good Soviet son and all seems well. However, subtle little cracks appear; there is mention of the Kirov assassination; of Stakhanovite workers, doctors’ plots and sabotage. Anyone with knowledge of Soviet history of the period will immediately pick up on these hints; but of course Sofia is living her ordinary, straightforward life through these times, involved in trying to keep food on the table and get on with her neighbours in their communal housing (ah, the housing shortage and primus stoves – consistent features in any Russian literature of the time!)
As the decade rolls on, things continue to get worse for Sofia; the director of the publishing house is arrested, as is the family doctor, and hostile elements start to take control. Sofia’s engineering son and his friend are sent off to work elsewhere in the country and then rumours start to reach Leningrad of arrests and wreckers, till finally the unthinkable happens – Sofia’s son is accused and she must try to prove his innocence. Yet how can you do that in a country where you can’t even find out where a person is held, what they’re accused of or who you should speak to?
Sofia Petrovna’s days and nights were now no longer spent at home or at her work but in a new world, the world of the queue. She queued on the Neva embankment or she queued on Chaikovsky Street – where there were benches to sit on – or she queued in the vast hall of the Great House, or on the staircase of the Prosecutor’s office. She would go home to have something to eat or to sleep only when Natasha or Alik came to take her place in the queue.
“Sofia…” is a marvellously written and chilling book; barely longer than a novella at 128 pages, it nevertheless manages to convey brilliantly the horror and uncertainty of living through times when you don’t know who to trust, you daren’t speak out or speak to certain people and you never know from day to day who will still be free. As Sofia pursues her quest to search out the truth about her son, it’s terrifying to watch her being sucked into the Kafkaesque nightmare of soviet bureaucracy. And of course, Sofia herself becomes tainted by association, and her health suffers from lack of food as well as endlessly standing in queues whilst trying to get news about her son. It’s a world which is captured in a completely convincing way, and of course reading with hindsight there are little hints in the narrative to which we now attach importance but which to Sofia at the time seem of no import; while I was reading I found myself wanting to scream at her to be careful what she said to this or that person, or to watch her back.
Chukovskaya lived through those days, losing her husband when he was executed on a false charge, and also being at risk herself – in fact, reading details of her life I can see where she obviously draws on her experience to paint her portrait of Sofia Petrovna. Somehow, she made it through the Purges and went on to have a long career as a writer, poet, memoirist and dissident (although of course “Sofia Petrovna” could never be published in Soviet times – another book written ‘for the drawer’). In speaking out in support of Brodsky, Solzhenitsyn and Sakharov, she lost the right to publish inside the USSR, and in the notes to the book Chukovskaya reveals her strong desire for “Sofia Petrovna” to be published in Russia – which it eventually was, and happily within her lifetime. She was also a lifelong friend of Anna Akhmatova, and I have her book “The Akhmatova Diaries” on Mount TBR, which is something to look forward to….
So my final read for the #1965Club was an excellent one; a moving, wonderfully written, chilling and frightening book which brings to life vividly the terrible times through which Chukovskaya (and so many other Russians) lived. It’s a fitting memorial to someone who was obviously a strong and moral force, prepared to stand up for others, and I’m so glad that it finally came off my shelves. Truly, I *do* need to read more from the TBR!
Marina Sofia
Apr 28, 2019 @ 07:32:26
What a good choice! I also went for a Soviet choice for my final read, serms like 1965 was indeed a year of relatively more open-mindedness.
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 28, 2019 @ 12:14:20
Indeed! This is a standout from what’s been a good week of reading and interestingly I nearly got to your choice too! :DDD
Sofia Petrovna, by Lydia Chukovskaya, translated by Aline Worth | ANZ LitLovers LitBlog
Apr 28, 2019 @ 09:53:52
elenapedigo
Apr 28, 2019 @ 11:16:07
That’s a great book! Somehow one of the scarier of the Soviet-era works.
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 28, 2019 @ 12:13:13
It is a really chilling read – particularly the ending, which I didn’t want to write about too much in case I lessened the impact.
elenapedigo
Apr 28, 2019 @ 13:27:20
Yes, the ending is frightening indeed!
Brian Joseph
Apr 28, 2019 @ 13:28:24
Super commentary on this book. Stalinist Russia was indeed a bad place. It was a grim place. As you say, the fact that this book was written at the time by someone who experienced it would give it a lot of authenticity. think that this book might also be a little disturbing as a result. This also makes me think about how so many writers and other artists resisted so many repressive regimes so bravely.
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 28, 2019 @ 13:56:37
Thanks Brian. It’s a brilliant piece of writing and really captures how it must have felt to live through those times. Chukovskaya was obviously a brave and remarkable woman.
Cathy746books
Apr 28, 2019 @ 13:46:37
This sounds so good – a short, sharp creepy read. Right up my street!
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 28, 2019 @ 13:55:04
It’s dark, and the scariness creeps up on you. A great book.
Joachim Boaz
Apr 28, 2019 @ 13:47:31
Was it published during pre- or post-purges?
This seems very interesting!
Joachim Boaz
Apr 28, 2019 @ 13:48:01
Was it *written (sorry!)
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 28, 2019 @ 13:54:39
Written *during* the purges!
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 28, 2019 @ 13:54:25
It was written during the purges but of course unpublishable at the time – so ‘written for the drawer’ as so many books were during the Soviet years. It was finally published (under a very odd title) in 1965 and under its proper title later. It’s a powerful work!
heavenali
Apr 28, 2019 @ 18:46:13
This sounds fantastic, what a terrifying world that must have been. There must be a greater poignancy in knowing that the novel mirrors in some ways experiences of the author. What a brilliant choice for the 1965 club.
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 28, 2019 @ 19:25:38
It really captures that nightmare world perfectly. A deceptive book which starts out quietly and then basically descends into hell. I’m so glad I ended the week with this one!
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Apr 28, 2019 @ 19:45:06
madamebibilophile
Apr 29, 2019 @ 20:38:29
This sounds excellent. Having fallen foul of NHS bureaucracy this weekend I can especially sympathise! And a novella always gets my vote 🙂
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 30, 2019 @ 06:40:33
Yes, I did tend to go for short works for 1965…
Jane
Apr 30, 2019 @ 17:05:19
A great review and a book that sounds so interesting, especially as I start my journey with the Russians
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 30, 2019 @ 18:47:28
Thanks Jane. It’s one that definitely gives you an insight into what it was like to live in those times!
buriedinprint
May 15, 2019 @ 16:09:01
For just a sliver of a moment, I was so very thrilled to think of this book having been for sale in an English grocery store because of the receipt you’ve mentioned. (Now….where would it have been shelved. Perhaps the feminine hygiene aisle, with all its pink cover-ness? Perhaps the publishers were trying to brighten up the story somehow? *sigh* Not that I have anything against pink, but it does seem incongruous here.)
kaggsysbookishramblings
May 15, 2019 @ 16:14:03
LOL! That would have been wonderful, but most likely it would have been in one of those charity book shelves some of our shops have lurking near the checkout!