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An enterprising trip on the Trans-Siberian @Glagoslav

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I’ve often wondered whether I should create a bucket list, and pondered what I’d put on it; travel would probably come high up, and there are any number of places I’d like to see (Paris, Moscow, St. Petersburg, Vienna, Berlin – the obvious ones!!). One trip I’d consider, but might bottle out of it unless I was travelling in a very supportive group, would be making a journey on the Trans Siberian Express; I’ve read a number of books on the subject (Eric Newby’s is a favourite) but I’m not sure it would be the best thing for a woman travelling alone! So I was obviously very interested in a book on the subject from the lovely Glagoslav Publications“A Brown Man in Russia” by Vijay Menon.

The book is subtitled “Lessons Learned on the Trans-Siberian” and it follows Menon’s journey with two friends on that railway in December 2013. Afflicted with wanderlust at a young age, the author decided in the summer of that year that he wanted to spent Christmas Day in Mongolia; so what better way to get there than by taking the Trans-Siberian from Moscow? He recruits two willing accomplices, Avi and Jeremy, and the three arrive in Moscow towards the end of the December. However, in many ways the little group are ill-equipped for the journey; as Americans used to Californian temperatures, the cold they encounter is a major issue. Additionally, none of them speaks any Russian, and they can barely make out the cyrillic characters they encounter. To complicate things, Menon and Avi are persons of colour with Indian ancestry, and therefore unsure of the reception they’ll receive in the country. All of these ingredients create a fascinating mix in a very individual book!

The structure of the book is in fact a little unusual, and it’s important to understand that this grew out of Menon’s TED talk on the subject. Therefore, each short chapter of the trio’s journey is followed by a lesson that Menon drew from the experience. And it’s heartening to note that the group encountered friendliness, helpfulness and kindness in just about every place they visited; this is especially noteworthy as often they were the first people of colour encountered by the Russians they met. From youngsters to army recruits to old babushkas, every Russian seemed welcoming and keen to make contact with the travellers; a fact that makes me very happy in this day and age when there is so much distrust and suspicion between countries and peoples.

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I loved watching the group making their way to Mongolia (and SPOILER ALERT they do get there in time for Christmas Day!) Their encounters with the Mongolian people were particularly touching, with the latter making every accommodation they could for their guests. And the book is enhanced with a section of photos from the trip which brought to life the experiences and the different cultures; Menon was very taken with the beauty of St. Basil’s Cathedral in Moscow and that really came across in the book.

I fixated on its beauty, silently chiding the thousands of pedestrians walking by who lacked my palpable sense of entrancement while purposely ignoring the reality that they had probably seen thousands of times prior. Seconds turned to minutes, and it became exceedingly difficult to pry my eyes away from the ornately crafted towers that rose to the sky, symbolizing a bonfire with its mysterious embers rising upwards to the heavens.

If I was to be completely honest, I think I would have liked the sections of the book on the journey to be a little longer; the slightly mismatched trio were entertaining fellow travellers and I did love accompanying them on their adventures. Menon appears to have taken much from his trip, and the points he was trying to make about what he’d learned – acceptance, pushing and stretching yourself, being true to yourself etc – are just as well made, if not better, by show rather than tell.

Nevertheless, “A Brown Man in Russia” was a fascinating book to read, showing an enterprising journey from a perhaps more unusual viewpoint, and I was happy to make the acquaintance of Vijay, Avi and Jeremy. It just goes to show that humans can interact despite the differences of language and culture, finding connections in the most unexpected places; this book certainly proves that, and kudos to Glagoslav for publishing yet another book that breaks the mould!

(Review copy kindly provided by Glagoslav Publications, for which many thanks!)

Postcards from the Past @glagoslav

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Children’s Fashion of the Russian Empire by Alexander Vasiliev
Translated by James Womack

I found myself musing the other day on photography; specifically on the impact it must have had in its early days when suddenly human beings found their images being recorded without the aid of a painter. In these days of social media, cameras in every phone and millions of images appearing around us constantly, it’s hard to realise just how *strange* this must have seemed to the public of the time. Photos have an immediacy that paintings often don’t, allowing their subjects to transcend time differences; and that’s certainly the case with this perhaps unexpected but absolutely fascinating book which popped through my door recently from the lovely people at Glagoslav Publications.

“Children’s Fashions of the Russian Empire” is a large format, soft cover book which features just that – images of children from the past (though in global terms, not that distant a past). There are over 400 photos, taken from the collection of Alexander Vasiliev, and a remarkable group of pictures it is. Vasiliev is something of a polymath: a playwright, collector and fashion historian, he’s also a lecturer as well as being responsible for more than thirty books, often featuring his collections of images. If that wasn’t enough, he’s staged productions all over the world and won a number of awards. So Vasiliev is ideally placed to share these images as well as providing some commentary and context.

The book starts in the 1860s, which as Vasiliev explains was when photographic visiting cards first appeared in Russia; and he makes the decision to end the book in 1917 when the revolution swept away the imperial way of life forever. In the interim, the pages of photographs here provide fascinating witness to the changing fashions for youngsters which developed over the decades in Russia.

What strikes the modern reader/viewer immediately is the formality of the clothing and the poses: the children and young people look to my eyes like small adults, or children dressed up for some kind of occasion. The dresses and hair are often elaborate; the pose controlled; and there isn’t a lot of smiling going on. As the decades go on, the clothes simplify a little, no doubt reflecting the change in dress for adults; yet still the smiles are missing. In fact, I was reminded very much of an old image I have of my mother as a child, where she stares straight-faced at the camera with a sullen, almost mutinous look on her face (she was obviously stubborn even then….) I guess it took a long time for fashions in photography to change and get to the point where we now demand smiles from our offspring almost as soon as they’re born!

The photos are beautifully presented, with commentary provided and names of the children given where they’re known. There are shots in national dress (some of which is quite lovely); shots with beloved toys and pets; and family groups with siblings and parents. As we get into the 20th century, the shots become a little more relaxed; the clothing looser and less formal; and smiles start to creep in. The last photographs in the book are from 1913 and 1914, a time when the major cataclysm of the First World War was about to hit Europe, and one picture of two brothers in overcoats and caps made me wonder about their eventual fate…

In fact, there’s a poignancy throughout the book, no doubt brought about by seeing these images taken by loving parents of their children, as a way of remembering their youth. They’re a reminder of the transience of life; we’re all on this planet for a short time and these snapshots (like all the ways we record our lives nowadays) give us a kind of immortality, as long as the media survive. Vasiliev has certainly given these children a kind of after-life, as well as tracing the history of children’s clothing during that period (or at least children of a certain social status, as I imagine the peasantry dressed very differently). The images from the 1900s onwards were particularly affecting as I found myself looking into the eyes of the subjects, wondering how the War and Revolution affected them and what became of them; we just can’t imagine I guess…

So “Children’s Fashion…” was an unexpectedly interesting and moving book to browse through. It’s a beautifully produced volume, with excellent quality reproduction of the photographs, and If you’re interested in the history of clothing it would be just up your street. However, it worked on an extra level for me: as a snapshot of the past, a doorway into a time gone by, and a reminder that we are *all* human beings the world over, with our lives, our loves and our families. If we could remember that, maybe we could stop fighting amongst ourselves and concentrate on looking after our beautiful little planet a bit more…

Review book kindly provided by Glagoslav Publications, for which many thanks.

“Pillars of fire floated in the air…” #nikolaigumilev @Glagoslav

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Nikolai Gumilev’s Africa
Translated by Slava I. Yastremski, Michael M. Naydan and Maria Badanova

I was very happy to be contacted towards the end of 2018 by Glagoslav Publications; an independent publisher dedicated to widening knowledge, understanding of and access to writing from the Slavic regions, they issue a fascinating array of books and I’ve been intending to read some of their works for a while now. They were kind enough to offer me review copies, and I was particularly keen to explore “Nikolai Gumilev’s Africa”, especially as he’s a poet I’ve only circled around up to this point.

Gumilev is probably remember more nowadays for having been the husband of the great Anna Akhmatova, and yet his achievements and importance in his own right shouldn’t be ignored. As well as co-founding the Acmeist movement, which sought for clarity and compactness in poetry, he was an influential literary critic and traveller. And it’s his travels which are the focus in this fascinating book; Gumilev journeyed to, wrote about and photographed extensively the Africa of the early 20th century, and all of those materials are gathered in this exemplary collection.

The bulk of this material comes from a 1913 trip to Abyssinia (as Ethiopia was called at the time) which Gumilev made on behalf of the St. Petersburg Imperial Museum of Anthropology and Ethnography. He collected folk tales and objects, transcribed folk songs and took numerous photos – more of which later. The volume seems to have been the brainchild of the late Slava Yastremski, and it draws together initially all of Gumilev’s poetry from his various collections which focus on Africa. The lyrics are beautiful and haunting, drawing on mythology and magic, as well as some of the terrors of the jungle. Reading the verse works has made me very keen to explore Gumilev’s poetry further…

…a door opened in my heart,
And when the heart whispers to us,
We don’t struggle, we don’t wait.

The prose pieces which follow are a mixture of short fictions, essays and diaries of his journeys through the various countries. The writing is beautifully descriptive, bringing the landscape and its peoples vividly to life and creating haunting imagery. The diaries in particular are fascinating reading, as the conditions which these early explorers had to endure were harsh and all without our modern conveniences and aids. This makes it even more remarkable that Gumilev and his assistant (his nephew Nikolai Sverchkov) managed to take and develop more than 200 photographs of the places and peoples they encountered on the way, and a number of these feature at the end of the book.

The various elements combine to build up a quite captivating picture of the country at the time; and it was fascinating to learn of the multitude of cultures living in the country at the time. Gumilev mentions all manner of indigenous peoples encountered in the area he travelled through, including Egyptians, Abyssinians, Somalis, Greeks, French, English… You name it, they seemed to be present in the area at the time. I’m not well-versed enough in the history of the area to do more than guess that there were a number of colonial influences involved, but it’s fascinating to see photographs of Emperor Haile Selassie before he bore that name; I’m old enough to remember his presence in the world, and I felt a weird kind of link back to Gumilev’s journey because of that.

The pages in the book of destinies have been tangled long ago, and no one knows in what remarkable way he will come to his ruin.

Gumilev’s life was tragically cut short in 1921 when he was shot by the Russian Cheka after being falsely accused of involvement in a monarchist conspiracy; he was only rehabilitated in 1992, and it’s been said that his execution negatively affected the life of Akhmatova and their son, despite the two poets having divorced in 1918. However, bearing in mind his views and his lack of sympathies with the Soviet regime, I suspect it’s unlikely he would have survived the Great Purge of the 1930s.

Gumilev by Karl Bulla [Public domain] – via Wikipedia Commons

“Africa…” is a really fascinating piece of work, despite the fact that the kind of cultural anthropology undertaken by this kind of expedition would most likely not be considered appropriate nowadays. There is, inevitably, some unfortunate terminology and as Michael Naydan explains in his short note to the book, the decision was taken to translate words and phrases into the equivalent English of the time. Nowadays we would hopefully approach different cultures in a more sensitive way than explorers of the past did. Putting this aside, however, this is a valuable, absorbing and intriguing volume. It comes with useful notes, an introduction and fascinating essay on Gumilev’s photographs by Yastremski, and the aforementioned note by Naydan. From the latter it would appear that Yastremski sadly passed away before the work on the book could be finished, and this was completed by Naydan alongside Badanova; I can’t imagine a greater tribute to a colleague. “Nikolai Gumilev’s Africa” is not only an excellent introduction to Gumilev’s work, but also a little time machine which will take you travelling back to the Ethiopia of the early 20th century – highly recommended!

An amble around London – plus, of course, books…! @Foyles @PersephoneBooks @Glagoslav

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I often like to pop up to London near Christmas for a bit of shopping and browsing, so when the lovely Ali from HeavenAli suggested a meet up and a trip to the Persephone Shop, how could I resist? We settled on 1st December as that avoided hideous engineering work issues on the train for me (I’m still recovering from September’s issues) and another lovely friend, Claire from the LibraryThing Virago group, joined us too.

I do enjoy a train journey with a coffee and a book!

I got up to London ridiculously early thanks to having to get a train at silly o’clock to get a cheap fare. So it would have been rude not to pop over to the kikki.k shop in Covent Garden and indulge in a little sale stationery – I do love stationery, and their ridiculously cheap traveller’s notebook refills will fit beautifully in my Webster’s Pages organiser! 😁

Before meeting the others I popped into Any Amount of Books and Henry Pordes on the Charing Cross Road (they seem to be the last bastions of second-hand bookselling there) and might have come away with these…

The Flora Tristan Virago was essential as I have her London Journals but not this one; and the Leopardi intrigued me, although I know little about him.

And then it was onwards to Foyles and meeting up with the lovely ladies! There was a lot of browsing and temptation, but in the end I came away with only three slim volumes (one of which I cannot show here as it’s a Christmas gift!) The Lem was irresistible as was the small poetry collection – I have no willpower…

We lunched in a nearby Nero (which catered for all our dietary needs including my vegan requirements!) and here I developed a bag crisis, when the zip on my new backpack completely died. Memo to self – never trust a Primark backpack… 😡 Fortunately, I had the trusty KBR tote with me, but it’s not so huge, and although I had a paper kikki.k bag I didn’t trust it to last the day out. So it was back to Foyles to follow Ali’s example and purchase one of their lovely and very sturdy tote bags – as you can see it’s substantial and attractive so was the perfect solution!

After the bag drama, we headed off to the Persephone shop (with a dangerous detour to the Bloomsbury Oxfam – I escaped unscathed, although Ali and Claire didn’t!) The Persephone Shop is, of course, always a delight and Lambs Conduit Street looked lovely and festive as we arrived. Ali and Claire had both come with lists; I was being restrained however as I’d put the Persephones I want on Christmas lists, so I didn’t dare buy any books there (which was very difficult!) So I restricted myself to an art card and some endpapers from the books to use in crafty ways!

After shopping, we repaired to a local cafe for coffees and cakes (vegan) and a good old book gossip, which was just lovely, before wending our various ways home.

Very weird-looking vegan pastry that actually tasted yummy!

So a lovely day out in the Big Smoke, with a little shopping, bookishness and good company – the perfect start to December, and thanks for your company, ladies! 😁

*****

Inevitably, however, there have been other bookish arrivals this week….

First up, a couple of images I shared on social media of some absolutely lovely volumes received from Glagoslav, an independent publisher specialising in Russian and Eastern European translated literature – so kind of the perfect publisher for me! I was so happy they reached out to me, and I can’t wait to get reading some of these books!

Additionally, I bagged this one from an online auction site because it sounded absolutely fascinating. I read about it on a page of recommendations on an AHRC site, of all places, and as I come from the North-East originally it was very appealing. It’s actually calling to me from the TBR right now.

And finally, this little lovely arrived as an unexpected treat from Annabel (she’s also one of the editors of the wonderful Shiny New Books). I love to share books around myself, and it’s such a nice treat to also be on the receiving end!

So – more books trickling into the house, but I *have* been getting rid of some! I sent four off to Liz this week, took two up to Ali and will be posting one off to Claire. Plus there’s a big box of donations building up in the hall. Is the ratio going in the right direction? Maybe….  But I still have an awful lot of books that are unread! 😀

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