Having finished this a few minutes ago, I must record my reactions. I
spent the last few weeks in its passages--on and off, necessarily--it's
an overwhelming monolith as forbidding as its 1935 Deutschland, das
Land der Musik stylized eagle cover image. Yet, like the somber image,
it attracts a certain reader curious to part the curtain and enter. This
mythic structure towers over the individual, whether in the storylines
or ourselves, wandering into a great labyrinth.
The blurbs
summarize the plots, but a few overall reactions may let you know if
this book may be worth the considerable effort and investment of time. I
was pleased to see that in the sources appended to the text, Guy
Sajer's outstanding memoir (which I reviewed for Amazon) The
Forgotten Soldier is cited first of all. This account of an Alsatian
fighting for the Germans (although it's been charged with taking liberties) on the Ostfront came often to mind as I read
Vollmann. The author's scope and research simply is not the type we
expect to find so evidently scaffolding even "historical fiction," and
this involved me more in the result even as it distanced me from the
conceit that I was listening to fully-realized narrators rather than, as
Vollmann gives away in one footnote, a "fabulist."
The musical
themes I found appropriate, but lacking knowledge of Shostakovich's
ouevre, the exacting attention given to them left me floundering for
long stretches of an already nearly endless work. (My wife was reading
Anna Karenina simultaneously, and we kept pace with each other!) Unlike
the earlier Russian writers, Vollmann's epic does not unfold so easily.
Even with background knowledge of the conflicts (in no small part thanks
to Sajer), the panoramas, like the Ostfront serving as the focus for so
many scenes, astonish but diminish you as a reader, struggling to keep
up with the events. Perhaps this reaction is intended by Vollmann as the
appropriate response?
My favorite parts were those of Kurt
Gerstein, Van Cliburn, Vlasov and Paulus, and Hilde Benjamin, the GDR's
"Red Guillotine." Vollmann takes on a very intriguing narrative style
imitating the leaden justifications of Soviet propagandists well for
many vignettes, and his energy often seems more expended on the side of
the USSR rather than the "German Fascist" entries, leaving the book a
bit more lopsided than the design of paired stories would suggest. This
probably, given the determinism of the Soviets as well as actual events,
nonetheless may convey the force--in so many ways--of the Russian over
the German ideology in the struggle for Europe Central--which tends to
get overlooked, actually, in the novel in favor of the Russian steppes.
If
you're somewhat familiar with the contexts already, this is in my
opinion a fitting and challenging work that will force you to enter into
the minds of people that you may have only glimpsed at a distance in
grainy documentaries--this itself serves as one of many motifs--the
humanity is less directly perceived than in more accessible,
sentimentalized, or tidy novels.
Yes, the work needed an editor. A
lesser author would have ironically earned another star! But a writer
as intelligent as Vollmann should know that he needs to keep his reader
in mind, and not expect us to labor for so long on what his labor needs
to compress into a more comprehensible form. The
Shostakovich-Elena-Karman triangle makes its point and encapsulates the
question of "can art fight evil" well. But it goes on three times longer
than needed in an already stuffed narrative that needed more
concentration upon, say, Zoya. Ties with the Nibelungenlied, Tristan,
and the Germanic myth are excellent, but I think these could have been
tightened and honed. You also sense that Stalingrad, Dresden, the gulags
and lagers all are filtered through book-learning. Vollmann for all
his impressive research tends to let it sit on the page as "facts that
need to be made into fiction to make it a WWII story" rather than to
incorporate what's been published as memoirs and first-hand interviews,
say, into vividly rendered experiences transferred into the plight of
his imagined protagonists.
For many authors, this would have been
the work of a lifetime. For this prolific if admittedly prolix writer,
it's an immersion that seems to have been, more or less effectively in
parts rather than the whole--within who knows what shorter time. And
what's Vollmann getting at in blaming "wartime paper shortages" for the
lack of the supplement's chronology? Perhaps a sly relevance for us
today? (7-17-05 to Amazon US in slightly altered form as the first of his books I'd reviewed, years before...)
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