Does
declaring a novel forbidden also somehow make it great? It’s a question I am
left with after reading Doctor Zhivago,
the novel that won its author a Nobel Prize which he couldn’t collect because
he was under house arrest for writing Doctor
Zhivago.
I can’t think of a better recommendation for a book than that;
alas, making the right kind of enemy may be by far the best thing Doctor Zhivago has going for it.
Simply
put, the novel proved for me a pokey struggle, with long chapters in which
nothing really happened, characters who kept disappearing and reappearing
without altering the plot, and a protagonist whose passivity and shape-shifting
makes him hard to root for even when he isn’t making time with women other than
his wife.
When
we first meet Yurii Andreievich Zhivago, he is a young boy attending his mother’s
funeral in pre-Revolutionary Russia. The world is a strange and scary place for
little Yura, more so than he realizes at times. His dissolute father, who
abandoned him long ago, kills himself aboard a train while it just happens to
be passing a country estate where Yura is being cared for. It’s a pretty
striking coincidence that I didn’t mind so much this one time, before it became
rote from repetition.
“Only
real greatness can be so unconcerned with timing and opportunity,” Zhivago
declares.
By
this point in the novel, halfway through Chapter 6, Zhivago is beginning to
question the major historical undercurrent of the novel, the Russian Revolution
and its immediate aftermath. A product of the upper middle class, Zhivago starts out supportive of Lenin’s wholesale reinvention of
his nation but becomes disillusioned after the hardships go on and on with no
sign of abatement.
“Marxism
is too uncertain of its ground to be a science,” Zhivago observes later on. “Sciences
are more balanced, more objective. I don’t know a movement more self-centered
and further removed from the facts than Marxism.”
A
tension between the Marxist ideal of perfect human equality and the Soviet reality
of deprivation and random murder comes to define the novel’s second half. By
this time, Zhivago has been abducted by a band of Bolshevik partisans,
separated from his wife and family, and eventually comes to rest in abject
poverty in a village along the Ural Mountains, far from his native Moscow.
There
is a compensation, though, in the form of Larisa Feodorovna Guishar, also known
as Lara, a woman Yuri encountered glancingly as a youth and first became acquainted
with when she was a nurse and he was a medic on the Eastern Front during World
War I. Lara will be the great love of Yuri’s life, but not until the pair
undergo a false start and a long separation.
You could not communicate
with life and existence, but she was their representative, their expression, in
her the inarticulate principle of existence became sensitive and capable of
speech…Everything about her was perfect, flawless.
There
is a strong, unspoken connection in the novel between Lara and Russia itself, a
sense of a love so great that any return of affection is like an undeserved
bonus. I get the feeling for many people, the Lara-Yuri story is something that
makes everything else in Doctor Zhivago, however convoluted, seem worthwhile.
Never
mind the fact Zhivago’s love for Lara is what causes his doom, pushing him from
mere refugee to dissident on the run. Lara herself doesn’t really emerge much
better from the experience, in a story that emphasizes fatalism and fate at
every turn.
For
all the lyricism with which Pasternak writes of their union, there is a sense
less of destiny than of fallback, of calling upon a deep passion rather than go through the more grueling effort of communicating in deeds how these two wind up choosing each other. For me, this
was a big problem.
Whether
in love or life, things have a way of happening to Yuri without him taking an
active role. Whether it’s being assigned his first wife, Tonia; or taking up
with Lara; or giving up Lara to the same dissolute character who once robbed
her of her virginity; or any one of a number of other things, Yuri is like flotsam
in history’s wake.
The
theme of history being some vast, impersonal force is a recurring one in Doctor Zhivago, from its beginning to
the end.
“Now
what is history?” we hear Yuri’s philosopher-uncle Nikolai Vedeniapin
explaining in the first pages of the book. “It is the centuries of systematic
explorations of the riddle of death, with a view to overcoming death…Man does
not die in a ditch like a dog – but at home in history, while the work toward
the conquest of death is in full swing; he dies sharing in this work.”
It
is this lack of humility in the face of a higher calling that sets Yuri against
Soviet communism later on: “Reshaping life!” he fumes. “People who can say that
have never understood a thing about life.”
In
Lara he finds something to connect him with that sense of history; in letting
her go, he achieves acceptance of fate: No
single man makes history, the narrative concludes. History cannot be seen, just as one cannot see grass growing.
The
thing with Doctor Zhivago is it reads
like grass growing after a while. The chapters plod along, transcribing long
philosophical conversations about beauty and God, only to throw us forward into
a completely different situation without warning, like when Zhivago is waylaid by those Bolshevik partisans, who are led by a coked-up warlord.
Okay, I thought, maybe this will kick things up a notch. No. All it did was create another forum for conversation about what it all means, this time between the Bolshevik leader and Zhivago, who is stuck sharing his tent and only wants to sleep.
At
one point, when Zhivago manages to sneak off and grab some sleep in a clearing,
he overhears “a soft, muffled conversation” among some of the more desperate
partisans, who like Zhivago have had enough of their crazy leader. Will he be
discovered by them? Will he join them? Will their plot succeed and free him
from his captivity?
No
to all of that. The plot unravels without Zhivago doing anything other than
just lying there in his default setting. Eventually, after months of being held
with this band against his will, Zhivago just ups and leaves, and the romance
with Lara resumes.
The
interconnections of the various characters in Doctor Zhivago is something else I found annoying. Basically, there
are a dozen or so characters who keep popping up, sometimes with different
identities. Lara’s husband, for example, is lost in action on the Eastern Front
in World War I, only to reemerge as Strelnikov, a particularly brutal Bolshevik
who still loves Lara but never reconnects with her.
Strelnikov’s
opposite number, leading the anti-Lenin White Russian forces, is Galiullin, who
grew up with Strelnikov when both of them knew Lara. It gets like the Star Wars
saga with all the inbreeding.
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