The Isle of Wight Entente of 1909

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If there is one book that I wish I had been able to read when I was researching my biography of George Calderon, it is the one above, published last year.

A quarter of it (pp. 231-336) deals with the visit by Nicholas II and his immediate family to Britain, more precisely the Isle of Wight and its Roads, in August 1909. Stephan Roman examines it in meticulous detail, even devoting a chapter to each day that the imperial yacht was anchored there with its Russian naval escort, Edward VII’s own yacht, and the entire British fleet off Spithead. This visit created such a public furore and interest in Russia that I am willing to believe that up in Hampstead it persuaded theatre manager Alfred Wareing and George Calderon that now was the time to launch the first production of a play by Chekhov in Britain, George’s translation of The Seagull three months later at Glasgow Repertory Theatre. Yet I completely overlooked the Tsar’s visit!

The event exemplifies Edward VII’s ‘facilitatory’ role in European diplomacy before 1914. British Socialists and Liberals, as well as the numerous Russian political exiles, bitterly opposed the tsar’s visit. In Parliament, the leader of the Labour Party, Arthur Henderson, excoriated the autocracy’s human rights record and demanded the Liberal government withdraw the invitation. But it had already been decided that this would be not a state visit, but a family visit by a nephew to his uncle (Edward VII), hence the invitation was not to visit London, but the Isle of Wight…which, conveniently, had been both the British royal family’s playground and ‘the apex of an imperial world’ (p. 19) since Queen Victoria and Prince Albert arrived there in 1844 and rebuilt Osborne House. So whilst the King hosted the visit, the British prime minister, foreign secretary and other prominent figures travelled down to the Isle of Wight to conduct their political business.

The ‘business’ was nothing less than to seal a long-prepared alliance with Russia and France which might deter German expansionism. On the outbreak of war, this ‘Triple Entente’ became a military alliance. So the ‘family visit’ was fantastically important, even though the public did not understand it at the time. The British press went mad with articles about Russian fashion, home life and cooking, ‘there was an equal interest in the […] culture of Russians’ (p. 267), and crowds flocked to the Isle of Wight for a glimpse of the Tsar, his enigmatic wife and their ‘lovely girls’ as William Gerhardie described them (they are now strastoterptsy, a special class of Russian Orthodox saints). It seems pretty clear that it was this stellar media event that led to the British ‘Russia mania’ which is conventionally attributed to the 1911 visit by Ballets Russes, and that the latter was an effect not cause. Like it or not, Russia was now our ally.

This blockbuster is really four stories, each of them absorbingly told. First we have the history of Russian royal visits to Britain and the Isle of Wight since Peter the Great’s visitation of Deptford in 1698. Here, for me, the revelation was how many future tsars had lived in Britain before a single British monarch or Prince of Wales travelled to Russia (in 1994). Then there is Nicholas II’s 1909 visit. This moves seamlessly into the story of the rest of his reign and the tragedy at Ekaterinburg  on 17 July 1918. Finally, there is the enclosing story of Stephan Roman’s grandparents’ terrifying escape from the Cheka to Romania in 1922; the whole work is quite rightly dedicated to their memory and ‘the millions of Russians who […] were destroyed by the collapse of the Romanov dynasty’ (p. 392). At a time when an understanding of the longue durée of Russo-British relations could hardly be more relevant and instructive, I thoroughly recommend this book as your holiday reading.

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

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‘Chekhov’s Gun’ (To be continued)

Sam2 has persuaded me to make four short videos about my recently published short biography of Chekhov and my ra-ther longer 2018 biography of George Calderon. I am completely new to the genre, therefore you should not expect a slick performance, but the videos have the virtue of brevity and I do try to say something!

This video needed several takes, and then a fortnight later I realised I had got something slightly wrong… I say in it that the two quotes from Chekhov about his gun come from 1889 and 1890 respectively. Actually, they both come from 1889, which perhaps bolsters my theory that Chekhov picked the phrase up at the time of Ivanov (1887-89).

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

Click here to purchase my book.

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How would I write it now?

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An author considers his own book.

Many authors never re-read their own books. One can understand why. Some must feel that it’s not necessary as it can’t change anything (unless the book is about to have an ‘improved’ edition). Others, like George Orwell apparently, simply don’t want to. They see themselves as having completed the book and moved on. The very process of writing the book has changed them, so they will inevitably be seeing their work with different eyes, and they don’t want that fuzzy experience, that time-wobble if you like. What’s the point?

I have dipped with increasing regularity into George Calderon: Edwardian Genius since it was published in 2018, in order to check facts in it that I could no longer remember, but I have only just re-read it in its entirety. I’m glad I left it until now, as four years after publication the book genuinely seems as though it was written by someone else!

Whereas in 2018 I proofread it too fast because it was still so fresh in my memory (and therefore missed egregious errors and typos), this time I could manage only about 70 pages a day. I could not read it fast, I had to read slowly and take in every word. However, I’m glad to say this wasn’t hard work, I wanted to keep reading it, and I was more impressed than I was expecting. But after each 70 pages, I was still amazed at how many pages there were left. There’s no getting round it, it’s a long book! Readers will chuckle: they know this, yet I hadn’t really grasped it.

Naturally, if I could write the book now I would be able to tell readers exactly who Professor Rose and Mrs Shapta were, which would be significant additions, and I would have to devote pages to an examination of the manuscript of George’s and William Caine’s 1914 pantomime The Brave Little Tailor, which came to light in the last stages of writing my book. This could reveal a lot about George’s perception of Time. I think I would also, with the help of the best college historian in Oxford, delve more deeply into George’s undergraduate life there, as I have become more aware of the importance of Oxford networks in his political and theatrical lives. I would explore his love of mathematics more, as well as his surprising interest in ‘nature’ and his pathways deep into Edwardian journalism. I might well be tempted to introduce footnotes, as (like some reviewers) I found it annoying at times that no specific archival or bibliographic reference was given and I could no longer remember some sources myself…

Above all, if I were writing the book now I think I would slim it by at least a third. I was surprised by how long it takes to get to George’s birth (p. 95) and how many pages there still are after his death (fifty-two). I would contemplate cutting everything about Earlham and Kittie’s relationships before meeting George, and everything about the rest of Kittie’s life after she had secured his literary legacy in 1924. Perhaps I was over-influenced by the fact that my predecessor, Percy Lubbock, had begun his George Calderon: A Sketch from Memory with Earlham and Kittie’s first marriage? Perhaps I was subconsciously drawn into telling the whole of Kittie’s life post-George by the discovery that she died on my second birthday, i.e. inside my own life, and knew local Kentish figures, very likely my own great-aunt and great-uncle at Ashford?

But I was a very different person when I wrote the book between 2011 and 2018. George and Kittie previously had no public profile, I had discovered their entire extant archive, and I think it’s understandable that I wanted to get everything in because they might never have another chance. Also, I was gripped by the excitement of discovering their lives in greater and greater detail; so I wanted to tell their story rather than write an academic biography. And I wanted to explore Edwardian Life and contrast it with Victorian Life, which meant a more expansive approach embracing Earlham and the Corbet family. I now find it unsettling and disconcerting that the ‘present’ of the War takes over on p. 367 as though the book were a novel, but again it was what I wanted in that great centenary. Today I might say the book was ‘too ambitious’… Equally, however, I see more clearly than before that it could never have been comparably produced by a commercial publisher, and I feel completely vindicated in having brought it out myself.

One day, fifty or a hundred years hence, a shorter, more honed, very differently focussed, more deeply considered biography of George Calderon will be written (i.e. not of George and Kittie together). Because I used no footnotes, the author will have to research the primary sources from scratch at the Houghton Library, Harvard, which I think will be healthy. I am sure she will make a very good job of  it, and find a commercial publisher.

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

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Man of sorrows

I was not planning or expecting to write this, but I feel I must, whether I prove right or wrong, because we all ought to be aware that the Russo-Ukrainian War is now at a critical point. It is the most deeply dangerous moment for both Ukraine and its president.

As I write, despite all prognostications and the Ukrainians’ lack of some even basic military equipment, the Russians still have not taken Severo-Donetsk. The Ukrainian resistance, fighting block by block, has been incredible. One is tempted to say that it amounts to a victory even if it is only producing attritional stalemate. But the key factor in the eastern region is the Russians’ heavy artillery and missile bombardment. They intend simply to destroy everything in front of them, as in Chechnia and Syria, then move forwards. The Ukrainians are outgunned, they are losing up to 200 soldiers a day, and the Russian force is at least seven times larger.

The US European Command’s ‘International Donation Coordination Centre’ in Stuttgart is efficient and working day and night to supply the Ukrainians with the heavy weapons and medium-range missiles that are vital to stem the Russian advance. But can they, or anyone else, do this fast enough? As the leading military figures in this logistical operation constantly stress, the issue is balanced on a knife edge. Zelensky’s increasingly desperate appeals for western weapons say it all.

But his and his people’s determination to drive the invader out, i.e. to win, is also being threatened from another quarter. The world’s media are beginning to suffer from war-fatigue. A reputable Berlin-based poll of European public opinion shows a clear majority (35% against 23%) in favour of, quote, ‘Europe seeking to end the war as soon as possible, even if it means Ukraine making concessions’, which can only mean recognising Russian illegal seizure of Crimea and Donbas. By ‘Europe’ is meant mainly the EU, which it so happens Ukraine has long wanted to join. Last week the de facto leaders of the EU, Emmanuel Macron, Olaf Scholz and Mario Draghi, were in Kyiv ostensibly supporting Zelensky (although Scholz in particular has delivered very little military aid so far). Shortly afterwards, the EU announced it had given Ukraine its long desired ‘candidate’ status for joining the EU. Like ‘European Public Opinion’, these EU leaders favour an ‘end to the war as soon as possible’. Even the Pope believes the war is partly NATO’s fault. It is only pragmatic to assume, therefore, that Zelensky and his government were under pressure to ‘make peace’ in exchange for EU membership.

This would be a disaster for Zelensky, even if (which seems unlikely) it were approved in the referendum he has always said would have to be held on a deal with the Russians. It is difficult to see how he and his followers could politically survive an EU-sponsored ‘peace’. But if we don’t give the Ukrainians the arms to do what they actually want to do — defeat Russia — what alternative would they have? ‘Europe’ would have coerced them into it and destroyed a political leader head and shoulders above all of them.

What ‘Europe’ does not seem to realise (or does it?) is that such a peace deal could only be an Armistice until Putin was militarily ready to break it. On that occasion he would undoubtedly attempt a successful direct assault on Kyiv, as his avowed object has always been to turn the country into a vassal state like Belorussia. It would in effect be an ‘appeasement deal’. Putin does not do peace any more than Adolf Hitler did. A ‘peace deal’ with Putin would solve absolutely nothing, unless NATO used the breathing space to arm Ukraine so effectively that it could win the war in the second round. But does the West have the will to do that? Many wise, experienced British commentators fear that it doesn’t and that the EU and NATO are going to sell Ukraine out.

You see why I think we are at a terrible moment.

It is quite possible that Putin will propose making ‘peace’ if/when Donbas is taken, and that EU leaders will fall for it, splitting the EU, NATO and the West.

I fear that the only way for Ukraine to win is for the West to play and beat Putin at his own game of ‘special military operations’, i.e. for several sovereign states (the UK, France, Poland, Germany?) to join Ukraine in the field. We would not be ‘at war’ with Russia, you understand; it would just be a ‘special military operation’ to defend another European democracy…

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

Click here to purchase my book.

 

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No place like Home

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Ukrainian literature is flourishing, even or especially as the war rages. Perhaps this will not surprise you, as whenever we see and hear Ukrainians on our televisions they are lively, articulate, cultured, witty, open to the world and dialogue, which I’m afraid one can’t usually say of their Russian counterparts. The novel The Children of Grad, just published in a translation by Michael Pursglove and Natalia Pniushkova, is the only contemporary Ukrainian novel I have read, but I must say it’s a masterpiece of freshness, realism, psychology, ethical focus, folklore, and even political allegory.

It opens in 1994, three years after Ukraine became independent. Four children between the ages of eleven and fourteen abscond from a boarding school/orphanage basically because it is still a Soviet institution, where they are particularly terrorised by the Communist native Russian-language teacher. They are led by the eldest child, Slavik, to ‘Grad’ (‘The City’), which is to be the Utopia where they will be happy and free from adults. Their journey to Grad involves them in vivid adventures.

So far, so Huckleberry Finn. Grad, however, turns out to be a remote, tumbledown farmstead with no mod cons. The children have to evade detection, they steal from villages, attempt to grow food, fall ill, and argue. One of them is a Crimean Tatar, Akim, who turns to drink when Slavik ‘marries’ his eleven-year-old sister. She becomes pregnant and dies. The narrator is torn between his gang-loyalty to Slavik and his awareness of Christian morality. Akim is accidentally killed in a fight with Slavik. To conceal the death, Slavik burns Grad down with Akim’s corpse in it. Slavik and the narrator, Vitka, then go on the run again, ‘to find our own, real Grad’ as Slavik puts it, but he dies of injury in a snowstorm, after confessing to an earlier murder. The Children of Grad is more Lord of the Flies and Dostoevskii, than Mark Twain.

The novel’s finale, though, is both fine and unromantically hopeful. Towards the end of his time at Grad, the narrator had wanted more and more to go ‘home’, either to the original boarding school (where the headmistress and the beautiful Ukrainian-language teacher Fauna were good people), or to his dysfunctional parents; but he had been too afraid of Slavik to say so. After Slavik’s death, Vitka is saved from suicide by an officer-veteran of the Afghan war, Daddy Misha, who adopts him and gives him a new, happy life. But ‘for many years I dreamed at night of Grad’. When Vitka is over thirty (i.e. in about 2015) he revisits the ruins of Grad. On its wall he scratches his unspoken wish of long ago: ‘I want to go back home’. These are the last words of the novel. Such is its multi-contextuality that ‘home’ could mean his home town, parents who really parent, the Grey Willow Boarding School, his home with Daddy Misha, or a greater Home — Ukraine itself.

This is a gripping, provocative, eviscerating, at times deeply poetic work; a remarkable achievement by Maria Miniailo and the translators that I commend strongly to Calderonia’s followers who wish to know Ukraine.

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

Click here to purchase my book.

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The Edwardian Re-turn

I hope you will forgive my pun on the title of one of the seminal works about the Edwaaaardian (as they pronounced it) era, Samuel Hynes’s The Edwardian Turn of Mind.

A hundred and seven years ago today, at just after noon, George Calderon was killed in the Third Battle of Krithia. One day in the future, I imagine, DNA will enable forensic scientists to say which of the 2226 graves of unidentified servicemen at Twelve Tree Copse Cemetery on the Gallipoli Peninsula contains George’s remains.

I shall observe a two-minute silence and raise a glass today in George’s memory and to honour his self-sacrifice in the war against Kaiser Wilhelm II’s demented project of a Greater Germany — a self-sacrifice that robbed the British theatre of such a promising playwright and nearly destroyed his wife Kittie.

It was a slightly unnerving coincidence to receive the copies of my biography George Calderon: Edwardian Genius from Clays, the printers, at just after noon on 4 June 2018. Sam&Sam now have 131 copies left, and are about to embark on what may be our last marketing surge to reduce that number to a core which will only be sold at their full retail price of £30. Thirty were earmarked for Russianists at the 2022 BASEES Conference, which we could not attend because of the invasion of Ukraine, but I would be happy to offer those to followers of Calderonia with the same discount, i.e. priced at £20. We also have left nine pristine copies with their original claret bellyband and bookmark as from the printer on 4 June 2018. Judging from Antiques Roadshow, I should price these copies now at £50. If you would like to buy copies at these two prices, please contact me at mail@patrickmiles.co.uk. Postage will be free.

For a variety of reasons, it seems appropriate to return for a few months to the original Edwardian theme of Calderonia. I haven’t read my biography from cover to cover since 2018, so I shall do that (with trepidation) and my reactions will form the subject of our first Edwardian Return post. There will also be guest posts, and the series will be interrupted from time to time to comment on the war and other issues.

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

Click here to purchase my book.

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Very Old Cambridge Tales: 2

SNAPSHOTS OF CAMBRIDGE

Ron Shakespeare’, a casual at the Arts, was so plastered the other evening that he actually got caught on stage at the end of a scene-change. The Stage Manager did his nut and threatened this time to fire him.

‘All right, all right – but first you give me an appearance fee!’ quipped ‘Ron’.

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The other day, just after the April snow, I was accosted by a burly American girl with a pair of opera glasses round her neck, who was wandering along the Backs looking for the Bird Sanctuary.

‘You know, the most amazing thing,’ she said, is there don’t seem to be any hummingbirds here…’

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A certain lecturer in moral philosophy was so liberal that when served by the nice Nigerian girl in the University Library tea-room, he couldn’t bring himself to ask for a ‘white’ coffee.

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I called on old Addley and was relieved to discover that he had been able to resume his dissertation on William Gerhardie. Some chrysalids, which appeared all over his box-files and card-indexes when caterpillars crept in through his open windows last September, had hatched in the recent warm weather and the butterflies flown away.

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Tucked away in a dank corner of our College gardens, I discovered a small dry-stone wall. It seemed to serve absolutely no purpose, so I asked an Adam who was tilling a flower-bed nearby, what it was doing there.

‘Those are pieces of boys’ hearts, sir,’ he replied with a wag of his head. ‘We keep finding them all round the College, now that the Women are up.’

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The General Election. Dr M., Master of X., wanted to put up a VOTE LABOUR board on a tree overhanging the pavement from his garden. Appropriately enough, he rang up the Junior Bursar to send round a workman.

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I was in Gallyon’s poring over a case-full of spinners. One of those Trinity toffs came in – cavalry twills, Viyella shirt, cheese-cutter – strode up to the counter, and quacked: ‘I want a dozen No. 8 hooks and a ton of shit! Er, I mean a tin of…’

                                                                                 KULYGIN

© Patrick Miles, 1978

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

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Very Old Cambridge Tales: 1

A LETTER TO THE EDITOR OF GRANTA

POEM:

Horror

O

The Studio,
Fowlmere.
4.11.67                                                                                                      

Dear Sir,

Many of your readers will be aware of the present popularity of Concrete Poetry.

We Concrete Poets aim at expression by emphasizing the meaninglessness of the words we use.

Poetry today should be as much a part of one’s normal life as lavatory paper or cornflakes, and we therefore treat words as expendable, consumable commodities like these. The days when words had associations are over. We can no longer speak of the ‘meaning’ of a word in a poem, only its independent, abstract presence.

We arrange words in such a way that, if you had not ‘read’ them first, you would be able to tell what they were trying to say by the configuration they are set in. This is much more demanding than mere reading.

Thus a spectator at a concrete poem might spend several hours, or even a day or two, if he has the patience, contemplating such a poem, whereas with most previous poetry it took far less to understand the poet. This is one of the advances we must credit Concrete Poetry with.

I offer above one of my latest word sculptures, which you may like to print along with this letter to show those of your readers unacquainted as yet with CP that there is ‘something in it’. In all modesty, in this poem I believe you will perceive a synthesis of form and ‘meaning’ scarcely excelled by Homer, Virgil, Shakespeare, Milton, Keats, or Eliot.

The vast, empty spaces of white within and outside the poem, and its complete, endless form, articulate an absolute and perfect expression of the isolation of horror, and by extension the poem is the ultimate existential expression of Man’s loneliness in the face of the Universe.

Moreover, the longer you contemplate the poem (which I believe may be the shortest ever penned), the more revelationary and ‘meaningful’ it becomes. This is not to mention a possible Freudian interpretation.

                                                                         Yours sincerely,

                                                                                     ERWIN J. BUNTHORPE

© Patrick Miles, 1967

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A writer-publisher’s Ukrainian diary: 5

7 May 2022
People are, I know, frightened by Putin’s threats to use nuclear weapons. I have suggested that even western leaders have been sufficiently frightened by these threats to be militarily unproactive. This means that Putin doesn’t need to use nuclear weapons, it’s enough to possess them and threaten to use them. However, the massive joint Finnish-British-American-Estonian-Latvian military exercises in SW Finland last week seem to have very effectively shut him up on the subject. This must prove something.

Would Putin use nuclear weapons, whether tactical or not? A spokesman for Russia’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs said yesterday that ‘Russia firmly abides by the principle that there can be no victors in a nuclear war and it must not be unleashed’. That’s clear, then. Not quite. He added: ‘Russia must be ready for any provocations whatsoever from Ukraine and the West’, which surely means ‘ready with nuclear weapons to respond to nuclear provocations’. But ‘nuclear provocations’ have so far come only from the Russian side…

9 May 
At the beginning of the war, Boris Yel’tsin’s daughter came out against it, prominent figures resigned from their state posts, hundreds of Orthodox priests signed a petition against it, thousands went on the streets to demonstrate against it, other thousands (including high-ups like economist Anatolii Chubais) simply left Russia in protest. But why didn’t Mikhail Gorbachev publicly express his opinion about it?

I have heard no explanation of this. Gorbachev is now ninety-one and quite frail, but he has always been such a great talker that my guess is he is gagged by some deal that Putin set up, with threats, years ago. In 2016 Gorbachev said he approved of Putin’s annexation of Crimea and would have done the same himself. He hasn’t come out and said this of the Russo-Ukrainian War, so perhaps he actually opposes it.

Curiously enough, Gorbachev may have made an extremely significant intervention just before the invasion was launched. His interpreter and now associate in the Gorbachev Foundation, Pavel Palazhchenko, stated, contrary to Putin’s then narrative, that western leaders in talks with Gorbachev in 1990 made no promises regarding NATO expansion into Poland, Czechoslavakia, Hungary and so forth, consequently no promises were broken when these countries eventually joined NATO, inflaming Putin’s paranoia. American officials involved in the Baker-Gorbachev negotiations have confirmed this.

But why did Palazhchenko express this outright denial of the Putin narrative, not Gorbachev? If Gorbachev had, he would presumably have been harrassed by Putin for breaking their deal, whereas Palazhchenko was protected by his boss’s stature. Palazhchenko could not have made this contribution unilaterally, I think.

10 May
A prophetic statement?

Yel’tsin explained [1991] that the Commonwealth of Independent States was the only choice on the table: ‘The main task was not to have Russia and Ukraine on the opposite sides of the barricades.’ If Ukraine had its own Army, currency, state borders, ‘there would be no peace between Russia and Ukraine.’ […] Had Russia not agreed with Ukraine, ‘tomorrow our reality could be a trade blockade, closed borders, and economic wars… The worst that could have happened would be a war using nuclear weapons.’

The quotation comes from Vladislav Zubok’s monumental but riveting Collapse: The Fall of the Soviet Union (Yale University Press, 2021), p. 409. Yel’tsin is a much maligned figure. He was not at all minded to give Ukraine its independence, but in the end was persuaded that it was the right thing — within CIS, which was intended to be as loose as the British Commonwealth. What stands out in this book is the fundamental integrity of most of the political players in perestroika and the collapse, compared with Russia today.

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11 May
I was struck by the body language of those with whom Putin interacted at the Victory Day celebration in Moscow — military, veterans of World War 2, and civilians. They treated him gingerly, but not because they were frightened of him. I swear they weren’t. There was even a smiling sort of gentleness and humanity towards the deranged dictator. I couldn’t make out what it reminded me of, but have now put my finger on it: the last years of Leonid Brezhnev’s rule, when he was a walking invalid, even zombie, yet was treated with almost touching respect. (There is something elementally Russian about this, perhaps Orthodox at root.) Putin, with his livid colour and bloated face, could not possibly be described as a well man. Presumably those closest to him know the truth or otherwise about an impending cancer operation, but as I read it Russians sense he is finished,  whether clinically, morally or politically. Perhaps this collective intuition has even caused Putin’s decimated and humiliated generals in Ukraine to play for time. Putin may have committed to a protracted war in Ukraine, but will he live long enough to see it through?

Personally, I think Russians’ support for Putin’s war has declined to 50-55%. A sure sign is that more irony about him is emerging from Russia, in the form of wordplay and anecdotes. The word pobedobesie has been coined, for instance, meaning roughly ‘fiendish obsession with having won World War 2’, and the subtle ampirator. What Putin aspires to be is a Russian imperator like Alexander III, but ampirator suggests that he is not the real thing, only a piece of the Empire (ampir) Style furniture that he surrounds himself with. Meanwhile, apparently, just as Stalin was known amongst the narod (people) as Riaboi (Pock Face), so Putin is referred to as starik v bunkere (the old man in a bunker).

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14 May
Some of the visits by western celebrities to Ukraine begin to look like the embarrassing phenomenon of high profile people jumping on the latest band wagon. I do think it’s dangerous for Ukraine, as it trivialises what is a brutal war for independence. Always patient and polite, Zelensky did not seem comfortable during his encounters with Nancy Pelosi or Pierre Trudeau in Kiev; I am glad that, as a skilled actor, he managed to convey at all times that his mind was on far more serious things than celebrity culture. Celebrity visits like Nancy Pelosi’s and Jill Biden’s also risk the impression that Ukraine is going to be americanised. This would be a disaster for it, as it would prove Putin ‘right’ about the U.S. fighting a ‘proxy war’. The whole point about the war is that Ukraine has become a European nation state. As its Foreign Minister said recently, ‘Ukraine is the only place in Europe where people are dying for the values the EU is based on’.

Even in the midst of such life-and-death seriousness, Zelensky retains his comedic sense. Lots of people in its history have invaded Ukraine, he said recently, and Ukraine has always beaten them back. ‘Invaders can’t resist treading on the same rake.’ Brilliant!

16 May
I doubt whether I shall continue this commentary on Ukrainian events in the same form. For one thing, the delay between my writing an entry and it reaching you, the readers, can be a bit too long. But there are other reasons for pausing it, which I can’t reveal until the war is over, but which you may be able to imagine given the origins of Sam&Sam. Naturally, I will post in real time if/when there are dramatic developments.

The anger and disgust that the invasion evoked in me led me to express myself more frankly about Russia and Putinism in these ‘diaries’ than at any time in the past twenty years. I haven’t been to Russia since I was made persona non grata by the KGB in 1981, and I kept everything pretty bottled until February 2022. I don’t think you need (or want!) more from me on those subjects. I think my take on Putin’s Russia is clear.

Slava Ukraini!

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War and woof poetry

Judging by allusions and quotations in his speeches, Volodymyr Zelensky either has a good knowledge of literature himself, or his team does. Unlike Putin, he speaks in a cultured manner, beautifully clearly and expressively, with a literary turn.

In an appeal to the Russian nation before 24 February, Zelensky quoted from a 1961 poem by Yevgeny Yevtushenko that has no title, but is known by its first line:

Do Russians want war?
Go and ask the stillness
over steppe and ploughed field,
ask the birches and poplars.
Go and ask the soldiers
who lie beneath those birches,
and their sons will tell you
whether Russians want war…

Yevtushenko’s poetry became very popular in Britain after the appearance of the above selection in 1962, vigorously translated by Peter Levi and Robin Milner-Gulland. The energy, love interest and note of rebellion perfectly suited 1960s English poetry. I bought the book when I was seventeen and two years later was reading Yevtushenko in Russian. Love lyrics such as ‘Deep Snow’, ‘My beloved will arrive at last’, or ‘When your face rose over my crumpled life’, had a fermentative effect on me at the time, as I’ve acknowledged in the Notes to stanza 6 of Making Icons.

By the mid-1970s, however, it was clear that Yevtushenko was not so much a rebel against the Soviet regime as a consummate compromiser with it. Thank God, he never wrote such chauvinist rant as Pushkin’s ‘To the Slanderers of Russia’ or Blok’s ‘Scythians’, but even his poem ‘Do Russians want war?’ wobbles on the issue. The suggestion in it that it was Russia alone who defeated Nazi Germany, and that Soviet soldiers fell ‘so that the people of the whole Earth/could dream in peace’, reminds me too much of the posters that Soviet propagandists put up in Berlin after the War captioned My khotim mira, which can mean both ‘We want peace’ and ‘We want the World’…

But I would never dismiss Yevtushenko as a poet or a person. He was prodigiously talented, in poetry, prose, film and self-performance. His was a big and perhaps tragically insecure personality. It seems to me that in his verse he consciously adapted the styles of Mayakovsky and Yesenin. Like Yesenin, he wrote a woefully sentimental poem about a dog. Here it is, in an affectionate translation-parody made by me when I was twenty-one:

TO MY DOG

My dog, his black nose pressed against the glass,
waits for the sound of feet along the path.

I run my hand through his coat,
like him am waiting for someone to appear.

Do you remember, dog, not so long ago
when a woman was living here?

But what after all was she to me?
A sister or a wife maybe,

at times a daughter, so it seemed,
whom I was bound to help somehow.

She’s far away… And you’re so subdued.
No other women will come here now.

My dear old dog, you’re not a bad codger,
but what a pity you don’t drink vodka!

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‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

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A writer-publisher’s Ukrainian diary: 4

23 April 2022

The procession has just set off through Stratford-upon-Avon. Foreground: the Shakespeare Institute’s delegation. Background: the Royal Shakespeare Theatre.

It is St George’s Day, hypothetically William Shakespeare’s birthday, and we are in Stratford-upon-Avon witnessing the civic celebrations, which are beautifully done,  inclusive, happy, humorous, almost a Spring flower festival, and a really moving tribute to Shakespeare’s ever-freshness. The previous evening, we had lived through a searing performance of Henry VI(2)Machtpolitik at its most brutal and realistic.

I keep coming back to the necessity of not letting our yearning for peace develop into wishful thinking about it. The problem is that reality is terrible, we would rather not have to face it, but if we lose our mental grip on it we risk fantasy and pure self-gratification (even virtue-signalling). A person born in Britain whose parents originated in the Donbas says that ‘any negotiations would be better than this killing’. It sounds true, stopping killing in order to negotiate sounds right, and a part of us wants peace ‘at any price’. But hostilities don’t usually stop during negotiations anyway, and the person who launched this criminal war against Ukraine self-evidently does not want genuine negotiations and peace. I heard Volodymyr Zelensky myself tell Clive Myrie ten days ago on television that he, Zelensky, ‘spent the first two years of my presidency trying to talk to Putin’.

24 April
A few days back, a GP Tweeted that judging by the activity of Putin’s left arm as he was sitting giving orders to his Minister of Defence, Putin has ‘late onset Rett syndrome’ and ‘probably has months to live’. Again, this might be a highly desirable diagnosis, but I don’t think it matches reality. Anyone who observed the way Putin from his earliest presidential years marched up a long red carpet, could see that he has a ‘torque’ in his body and swings with his right arm. We don’t know the origin of it, but the weakness in his left arm doesn’t seem to me to have got any worse. On the other hand, his face in recent years has become more and more bloated. Most people would assume he is on steroids. But what does this portend, and does it explain anything about his psychotic state?

26 April
Russian autocracy has a tradition of long-serving ministers of foreign affairs. There was Gorchakov, foreign minister for 25 years under Alexander II; Gromyko, Soviet foreign minister for 29 years; now there is Sergei Lavrov, foreign minister since 2004.

Lavrov is approaching Talleyrand’s genius for utterances that are so ambiguous, depending on the listener, that ultimately they mean nothing. Today in Moscow he said that he was convinced the war would end in ‘some kind of treaty’, but he added the wise-sounding rider that it would ‘depend, of course, on the military situations reached’. This could mean ‘stalemate as a result of Ukrainian successes’, or it could mean ‘Russian conquest of Ukraine and a deal with the puppet government we have always wanted to install’. Similarly, Lavrov opined that ‘in essence’ NATO was ‘engaging in a proxy war against Russia’. It sounds right, rather clever and persuasive in fact, but omits to mention that it was Russia invaded its neighbour Ukraine, brutally breaking international law, and it is Ukrainians who are defending their own country. Putin’s proxies in eastern Ukraine, e.g. the Wagner Group, have been Russians.

Sergei Lavrov in pensive mood

Actually, I believe that Lavrov is beginning to sweat. He is a ‘career diplomat’ who for years has made a more than comfortable living out of going along with Putin. Now the chips are down. The genuinely wise Andrei Kozyrev, who was Yel’tsin’s foreign minister and now lives in the U.S., said this of his former colleague when asked recently if Lavrov did not know that everything he was doing was wrong:

I’m not a psychologist. What I see is that people sometimes degrade morally. And again, it’s step by step. On the first step, you sell your soul. But the Faustian scene rarely unfolds immediately before you. The Devil doesn’t come in with a contract ‘dripping with blood’. It takes some time before you start to actually disregard human dignity.

The ghosts of Joachim von Ribbentrop, say, or Saddam Hussein’s long-serving foreign minister Tariq Aziz, should be troubling Sergei Lavrov.

28 April
Today The Times ran a long article by their Defence Editor entitled ‘Push to send arms before Russians encircle Donbas’. But really it could add nothing to what we have known since 19 April: the Ukrainians in East Ukraine are in a highly vulnerable situation and there’s no knowing how their attack/defence there will play out. The arms, of course, are vital, but so will be brilliant generalship. I am no military man, but I was brought up on Chester Wilmot’s 800-page The Struggle for Europe and I spent years immersed in World War 1 whilst writing my biography of George Calderon. I incline, therefore, to see the coming struggle in East Ukraine as a combination of WW2’s tank battles and WW1’s trench warfare (the Ukrainians have been dug in there for eight years). On paper Russia’s artillery and rocket power are overwhelming, so the trenches could be devastated. It will surely be vital for the Ukrainians not only to avoid being surrounded, but to withdraw to a hard salient which they can successfully hold and from which they can counterattack…

2 May
The Russian campaign has so far been a disaster for Putin: according to a leaked FSB assessment from last year, under sanctions the economy can survive only till June, the attack on Kiev and attempt to kill Zelensky failed spectacularly, the army’s atrocities have earned Putin global detestation and condemnation, the Russians still do not have domination of the air over Ukraine, Khar’kiv and Mariupol are still not securely in Russian hands, the Ukrainians have sunk the flagship of the Black Sea Fleet and other vessels, a quarter of a million young Russians have left Russia since 24 February and don’t intend coming back, now Russians are streaming across to Moldova from Transnistria as they don’t want to live under Putin either, and in David Petraeus’s words ‘the war seems to be forging Ukraine as a nation state even as it weakens Russia as an empire’. Putin has achieved the exact opposite of what he intended, then, as well as uniting and expanding NATO and personally bringing Russia closer to direct conflict with it. Andrei Kozyrev even believes the war is ‘unwinnable for Putin because he fights against the people’.

Yet Putin will continue, because he is doing it all for ‘Russia’…and La Russie, c’est moi. One can imagine him destroying everything around him like Hitler until he is left in a bunker. And as if the sheer relentless, sickening, senseless destruction and killing weren’t enough, he and his generals actually look sub-human: Gerasimov, Dvornikov, Mizintsev (‘the butcher of Mariupol’) are brutally ugly. I think of the mayor in Gogol’s Government Inspector: ‘All I can see around me are pigs’ snouts where there should be faces.’

4 May
Understandably, the question ‘why are the Russians like this?’ is still being debated in the press. One big explanation given is that Russia was deeply brutalised by seventy years of state genocide and ‘casual savagery is seared into its soul’ (David Aaronovitch). A second is that no one was ever held to account for the long night of terror. A third is that Russians have made no concerted attempt to come to terms with their twentieth-century past. That process started under Gorbachev and Yel’tsin, but was foreclosed by Putin.

Explanation (3) is what Russian dissidents and ‘catacomb Christians’ (i.e. Russian believers who reject the KGB-led Moscow Patriarchate) have long said. In the second volume of her memoirs, Nadezhda Mandel’shtam wrote of Russian society: ‘Until we have made sense of our past, there is no hope of rebirth.’ A Russian catacomb Christian wrote to me in 2010: ‘We are going nowhere because there has been no repentance, no recognition of our sins and errors, and no atonement for them.’

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A Not Nursery Rhyme

                                                      DANDLING SONG

                               The cockroach and the hare
                               sat up and stared
                               when the new dark blue cowboys came down.

                               The wife bounced the cat
                               more and more on her lap
                               when the new dark blue cowboys rode into town.

                               When the new dark blue cowboys came to town
                               the little brown chub
                               leapt up on a tub,
                               the skinny kikimora
                               squeaked her femora,
                               and the oven-prong curly
                               proved quite unruly.

                               Then the new dark blue cowboys turned into mice
                               and vanished again through a hole in the ice.

wife – baba, a married peasant woman
kikimora – a very thin female house spirit
oven-prong – ukhvat, a short pitchfork with turned back tips used for putting pots in/out of an oven
With thanks to Sam2 for his motif-friezes © Patrick Miles, 2022

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‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

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The strange workings of ‘tourbillions of Time’

KGB ‘dark blue’

Long-term followers of Calderonia, and readers of George Calderon: Edwardian Genius, will know that I’m interested in different forms of Time and very fond of the expression ‘tourbillions of Time’ from Robert Graves’s poem ‘On Portents’

Piecing together the narrative behind both the title to my collection of Russia-poems 1968-2020, The New Dark Blue Cowboys, and the last poem in it, ‘Dandling Song’, has stirred up weirder tourbillions than I recalled or ever imagined.

In 1976 I had the job of teaching a very intelligent American student, an historian, Russian up to A Level, starting more or less from scratch and with one formal session a week. There was no alternative to her working through the grammar in the Penguin Russian Course at the rate of two or three lessons a week, then having me reinforce it in our one-hour supervision (tutorial). To focus these grammatical points, and provide some light relief, I wrote a series of wacky sentences for translation. One example was ‘The new dark blue cowboys have come to town — the third ones’. Barmy, yes, but if you can get that sentence right in Russian, you have mastered five points. Another, illustrating proper- noun possessives, required translation of ‘Yura’s kvass’ (a cheap beer made from fermented black bread) into Iurin kvas… Geddit?

Ten years later I found myself teaching Russian from scratch, with an honoured and most experienced colleague, to a record number of students at the Cambridge Slavonic Department. So I expanded the ‘wacky sentences’ into about 100. I found that the sheer nonsense of them went down well and helped the memory. Particularly popular with students were ‘the new dark blue cowboys’. I made the decision (this was about 1993) to call the eventual collection of my Russia-poems that.

On a completely separate time-track, I had always wanted to write some pribautki in English (probably since hearing Stravinsky’s settings of four on the radio in the 1970s). These are short Russian traditional rhymed semi-nonsense poems, most comparable to English quasi-nonsensical nursery rhymes, jingles, or Lear’s limericks. An essential ingredient of them is figures from Russian folklore, paganism, or peasant life generally, such as hares, bears, wood demons, distaffs and mothers-in-law.

But it is extremely difficult to write ‘naive’ poetry such as nursery rhymes or pribautki if you aren’t actually ‘naive’, or at least in the right ‘naive’ mood. I remember in the 1970s jotting down some lines and rhymes, but nothing ever came of them.

Then in 1999, from having headed the FSB, successor to the KGB, Vladimir Putin became prime minister and shortly after that acting president. From my long experience of Russia I knew where this was all leading. I was running a Russian-based translation agency at the time, and I was very worried. Suddenly, the words ‘the new dark blue cowboys have come to town’ kept running through my head. I just could not understand why, but eventually the penny dropped: dark blue (sinii) in Russian is not the navy blue that dark blue is in English…it is the dark blue of the KGB (see above), contrasted with goluboi (light blue) or vasil’kovyi  (cornflower blue). And immediately, I wrote down my extended pribautka ‘Dandling Song’ without really understanding what it was all about — but that ‘aleatory’ action was as close, perhaps, as one can get to ‘naive’ these days, and I made very few changes to it over the next few days. (Although last year I added two lines.)

I’m afraid you will have to wait another three days to read my piece of Russian nonsense, but I can say now that it is my last word on Russia; or perhaps I should say Rus’ — ‘primeval’, ‘unchanging’, rural Russia.   Although when I wrote it down I still had only half a collection of ‘Russian’ poems and translations written, I knew then that ‘Dandling Song’  had to be the closing poem.

What does the poem mean? I don’t know, because it was the product of sheer nonsensical brio. I enjoyed writing it and was delighted to get characters like the cockroach and oven-prong into it. The final couplet is mere improvisation. But long afterwards I remembered the words of someone, uttered perhaps in the wake of Mrs Thatcher’s resignation, that ‘all political careers end in failure’.

Strange tourbillions over fifty years, I think you will agree.

The KGB changing guard at Lenin’s tomb, April 1981

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A writer-publisher’s Ukrainian diary: 3

11 April 2022
Whilst coming back from the shop with today’s newspaper, I could see a neighbour on the other side of the street who was born at the gates of Mauthausen concentration camp six days before it was liberated by American troops in 1945. She intimated that she wanted a word, so I crossed the street to her, but she had a hair appointment to get to. She stood very straight, paused, then said quietly: ‘It looks as though we have let people down yet again…’ She was referring to the 1930s, and the comparison with appeasement is utterly appropriate. I still cannot see that the West had any military strategy for deterring Putin before 24 February. NATO troops, in ridiculously small numbers, are now being rushed to its eastern borders, especially on the Baltic, but this is purely reactive and defensive. If it had been done before Christmas, and at particularly sensitive border points, it would have sent a different, proactive message. We did not ‘lose’ the initiative, we never showed any.

13 April
I see that a number of heavyweights have disagreed on the Times Letters page today with yesterday’s article by Max Hastings headed ‘Only a sordid bargain will end Ukraine’s war: Defeating Putin or calling his nuclear bluff are unrealistic options’. It’s true that the article was unusually confused for Hastings. Defeatism seemed to keep bobbing up in it, but the editorial headline was a flagrant distortion of what he had written, which was: ‘I remain unhappily convinced that the war will end, or at least be paused, through some sordid bargain that does not punish Russia as it deserves.’ So he doesn’t believe this ‘bargain’ would end the war…  He is fumbling here with the reality that, like a lot of people, he can’t bring himself to accept (‘Human kind/Cannot bear very much reality’): Putin is determined to occupy the WHOLE of Ukraine and is a barefaced liar, therefore any ‘bargain’ with him is worthless. Victory in the short, medium or longer term is the only course for Ukraine and the democratic world.

16 April
One really wonders whether Putin has been told the truth about the sinking of the Black Sea Fleet’s flagship. Who had the courage to tell him? An Army man, presumably…

Bellingcat tells us that Sergei Beseda, since 2009 head of the FSB’s Fifth Service responsible for intelligence about Ukraine and efforts to subvert it, has been put in prison and over a hundred of his agents sacked, basically for telling Putin what he wanted to hear in the run-up to the invasion (‘Our troops will be met with garlands’), rather than the truth. This is always a problem in an autocracy, of course. In fact it is one of autocracy’s biggest self-destruct mechanisms. As I have said, self-delusion is an occupational hazard for Russian intelligence men. It is quite possible that Beseda and his agents didn’t even know they were lying: they really ‘saw’ Ukraine as a country ready to betray itself.

A British classicist who worked at Bletchley on decoding Japanese signals during the War told me that the Japanese were so convinced their language was too hard for any foreigner to learn, that they let cats out of bags. In 1970s Britain the London branch of the KGB informed Moscow that the country was on the brink of a revolution fomented by them!

19 April
Another wonderful extended lunch with Sam2 at Polonia, Cambridge’s Polish club dating from World War 2, discussing marketing over Polish dishes and four different vodkas… Polonia was first off the starting block in this area of Cambridge with clothes, food and medical supplies for Ukraine. They are still collecting money for the refugee effort, and selling a range of fundraising cards for http://hospitallers.life, including:

On the same day, President Zelensky tells us what we have been dreading: ‘The Russian troops have begun the battle for the Donbas, for which they have been preparing for a long time. A significant part of the entire Russian army is now concentrated on this offensive. No matter how many Russian troops are driven there, we will fight. We will defend ourselves. We will do it every day.’

They will. But they are in a terribly vulnerable position, liable to be surrounded if the Russian offensive is better conducted than it was in the west of the country. The open country of the Donbas is far more favourable to tanks, and there is talk of the imminent tank battle being the biggest since 1945. It is still conceivable that the Russian advance will go to the Dnipro and Ukraine be partitioned (until Putin attacks again).

Yet there are so many imponderable variables. We simply do not know how much armour and how many state of the art weapons are getting through to the eastern front from NATO countries, we do know how badly the infantry of top-down Russia performs, we do not know what the Ukrainian Army’s big strategy is, but we do know that their soldiers are battle-hardened, have the ability to think and act for themselves that comes with living in a democracy, and their motivation and morale are second to none.

My fear is that the shift of action to the Donbas will be a mental jump too far for Europe and the U.S. (‘a quarrel in a faraway country’, God forbid); that their interest will flag and they will start talking of a deal with Putin before his army has been ground to a standstill.

22 April
I know the ‘open country’ west of Donetsk, in which some of the tank battle will rage, as ‘steppeland’, because I travelled through it on 20 June 1970 and it was so reminiscent of Chekhov’s The Steppe (although that was based on the steppe around Rostov). The weather was glorious, the train slowly undulated along, the countryside looked not much different from nineteenth century paintings. I was going to the Crimea, to visit Chekhov’s house at Yalta and catch a ship to Vienna, but had had to travel northwards from Taganrog because the whole Black Sea coast around the naval centre of Zhdanov (Mariupol) was closed to foreigners. On the warm night of 19 June I got out at a junction called Yasinovataya, just north of Donetsk. I had a meal in the station restaurant and my table companions discussed turning me over to the police as a suspicious foreigner. I showed them my passport and travel papers, then made for the train fast. I had a bench to sleep on, fully clothed, in an obshchii vagon (third-class open carriage). It was one side of a small doorless compartment that I shared with a young woman who looked like a ‘collective farm worker’. I suspect she thought I was a seminarist, because of my beard. She smiled, but never said a word. Once or twice in the night she suckled her baby. I arrived at Simferopol next day after a twenty-one hour journey, from where I got to Yalta in a taxi between two very large, sweltering ladies. I thought (the) Ukraine was paradise.

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‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

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‘The negation of everything worth living for’

Portrait of Alexander III
by Ivan Kramskoi, 1886

In 2010, when the Putin Project was still just a monocracy and one could converse freely over the phone with friends in Russia, I remarked to one that Russia seemed to have ‘reached about 1892’, i.e. a point during the reign of Alexander III. Press censorship was well under way (my friend had just lost his job as an investigative journalist on a newspaper taken over by Putin), democracy was being ‘managed’ at every level, Orthodoxy had fused with official nationalism, male life expectancy was heading for what it had been in the 1890s, the economy was dominated by a kind of State capitalism, and unprecedented numbers of Russians were leaving to live abroad.

Little did I know that Alexander III is Putin’s hero! This was explained to me recently by an admirer of the Putin Project, who added that Putin does not in fact hanker after the Soviet Union, because he regards the Communists as bunglers, compared with Alexander III who had the true interests of Greater Russia at heart. The fact that Alexander III’s sobriquet is Mirotvorets (‘The Peacemaker’), because no major wars were fought in his reign, is irrelevant, as Ukraine, Poland, Estonia, Finland were already under his thumb. Instead, Alexander III made war on Russian Jews, of whom his ideologist Pobedonostsev said a third would die, a third emigrate, and a third be completely assimilated.

Joseph Conrad was speaking primarily of the Russia created by Alexander III when, taking issue with Bismarck’s motto La Russie, c’est le néant (nothingness), he wrote in ‘Autocracy and War’ (1905) that Russia is ‘not a Néant: she is and has been simply the negation of everything worth living for’. He knew what he was talking about: his whole family had been exiled to Russia for his father’s part in the fight for Polish independence, his mother died of TB there, and his experience of Russia deeply traumatised him.

Conrad extended his definition to the whole of Russia’s past: ‘From the very inception of Russia’s being, the brutal destruction of dignity, of truth, of rectitude, of all that is faithful in human nature has been the imperative of her existence.’ The prime cause, as he saw it, was the form of government called ‘autocracy’: ‘From the very first ghastly dawn of her existence as a state Russia found nothing but the arbitrary will of an obscure autocrat at the beginning and end of her organisation. […] there has never been any legality in Russia; she is a negation of that as of everything else that has its root in reason or conscience.’ I think I could show that there has been legality in Russia, but I certainly agree with him that the Russian people’s preference for autocracy is the cause of Russia’s awfulness.

The surreal contempt for truth — a mendacity verging on insanity — the elemental hatred, the barbarism, destruction and nihilism of the war on Ukraine are enough to convince people that official Russia, Russia as a state, Russia the Putin autocracy, has again become ‘the negation of everything worth living for’. I believe this and it’s certainly depressing.

How did it come about? After the collapse of communism, Russians at last had the opportunity to create a democracy and rule of law, but they were easily distracted and somehow ended up regarding democracy as an expectation ‘imposed’ upon them by the West. Russia must have a different, ‘exclusive’ future. In the early 2000s Russian intellectuals began openly debating what ideology was needed to ‘fill the vacuum’ (the phrase often used) left by Soviet ideology. I was frankly aghast: so they were not interested, after all, in values, for instance freedom, truthfulness, legality, incorruptibility, tolerance, the mainsprings of a way of doing things without killing people, they were interested in an ideology. And Putin gave them one: his own crackpot version of Russia’s past, its religion, its greatness, its exclusive autocratic ‘identity’ that qualifies it to do what it likes.  (‘He lives in a world of his own’, remarked Angela Merkel, after a visit in which she was purposely terrorised by Putin’s large dog.) Let us remind ourselves that in Will the Soviet Union Survive Until 1984? Andrei Amal’rik said that ‘the mass ideology of this country has always been the cult of its own power and size’.

There has also always been a strong streak of irrationalism, satanry and apocalyptic self-destruction in Russian culture and politics. In the post-perestroika period of so-called anarchy, during which Russia rejected democracy and espoused nationalism, these demons escaped from their boxes, and Putin mistakenly thinks he can ‘manage’ them.

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‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

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A writer-publisher’s Ukrainian diary: 2

5 April 2022
When I contemplated the image from Kyiv that I posted last week, as well as Bruegel I thought of Isaac Babel’s stories Red Cavalry about the Russo-Polish War of 1919-21. Some of that war took place in Ukraine, and the stories are full of extreme, gratuitous, brutal violence. I thought particularly of ‘Crossing the River Zbrucz’, in which the narrator is billeted at a heavily pregnant Jewess’s with three Jews, one of whom is asleep pressed up to the wall, completely covered by a blanket. Eventually the Jewess takes the blanket off, to reveal a man with his throat torn out and his face hacked to pieces. She recounts factually, coldly, how he was killed in her presence, then she explodes: ‘And now I want to know, I want to know — where in the whole world will you find such a father as this my father?’ As with Bruegel’s paintings, one needs strong nerves to read these stories. Babel had learnt well certain lessons from Chekhov about depicting terrible things. And yet the stories are also saturated with an other-worldly beauty reminiscent of Georg Trakl’s poems of World War I. I recommend reading Red Cavalry in our follower David McDuff’s translation:

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6 April
We Russia-watchers were utterly wrong — I am glad to say — in thinking that Kyiv would ‘fall in 72 hours’. But I don’t regret attaching the name Machiavelli (whose Prince I was re-reading at the time) to the methods by which Putin would attempt to enslave the Ukrainian state. We know from the intelligence made public that his plan was to destabilise it with lies, sabotage and assassination, then ‘decapitate’ it by capturing Kyiv and ‘liquidating’ the government. Putin failed, because of the heroic solidarity and morale of the Ukrainian people. But European intelligence told us that he also drew up plans to stage public executions in captured Ukrainian spaces to break morale, and that is exactly what his soldiers did to order at Bucha. Pure Machiavelli. Moreover, the sickening sight of Mariupol reminds one of Machiavelli’s words: ‘Whoever becomes master of a city accustomed to freedom and does not destroy that city, may expect to be destroyed himself, because when there is a rebellion, such a city justifies itself by calling on the name of liberty and its ancient institutions, never forgotten despite the passing of time’…

7 April
The West failed to deter the invasion of Ukraine by issuing threats/performing threatening actions that meant something, and there is no evidence that NATO had a military plan for what to do when the invasion happened. Joe Biden said that Putin ‘could not stay in power’ and the world speculated wildly about what he meant. When intelligence indicated that Putin was about to use chemical weapons in Ukraine, Biden said that if he did ‘NATO will respond in kind’, again he didn’t say what that meant, no-one knew, and he was widely mocked. Very curiously, though, these black holes have turned out to be an advantage, because Putin could not know what we were going to do next, either, and keeping your enemy guessing is a vital weapon. Meanwhile, Biden ramps up his completely justified accusation that Putin is a war criminal, yet baulks at exporting antiquated planes and tanks to Ukraine because the U.S. is already sending more anti-aircraft and anti-armour missiles than anyone else. Biden is not looking as stupid as everyone convinced themselves, starting with D. Trump. Perhaps Biden’s age has even given him wisdom.

And the reality, it turns out, is that we had been supplying Ukraine with weapons and training its soldiers to use them all along. According to yesterday’s Times, British troops ‘deployed to Ukraine in the months leading to the invasion’, trained ‘droves’ of Ukrainian soldiers in the use of anti-tank weapons, ‘counter-sniper techniques, how to defend against heavy armour and how to fight in urban battles’, Britain had already given Ukraine 5000 Mlaw anti-tank weapons, and ‘is in the process of shipping another 5000 and other explosive weapons’. As we know, in the hands of the utterly motivated Ukrainian Army these have been very effective. We can safely assume, I think, that other members of NATO have been doing the same. Putin could not stop them, never complains in public about it as that would expose his own impotence, and we are completely at liberty to continue because both Ukraine and the members of NATO are sovereign states. I agree with Chris Deverell, who was head of Joint Forces Command 2016-19 and said two days ago that the West’s supply of lethal weapons to Ukraine was ‘not  enough’ and western allies should ‘mobilise their military capability to force Putin’s hyenas out’:

We have to do more for Ukraine. We cannot sit and watch this bestiality imposed on a free and democratic people. If we are deterred by Russia’s nuclear weapons now, why would we not also be when [Putin] attacks a NATO country? No, it’s a choice, and we can make a different one.

One could claim, then, that NATO had a covert plan, or at least policy, before the invasion, but it was not deterrent, only punitive once the invasion happened. If Ukraine is to be helped to save itself, we must continue with that plan now that it is out in the open; we must continue to supply them with the arms and military consultancy that they need to win the war themselves. At the same time, Andrew Tatham was absolutely right to stress lateral thinking in this war. Considering the fear that Putin’s hackers had struck into the West before the invasion, they seem to have been remarkably ineffectual since (the waves of Cyrillic spam that crashed down on Calderonia, for instance, in the days of the invasion, soon dried up); one might speculate that our own cyber attacks on Russia have been discreetly more effective. I see no other way forward than doing everything in our power to assist Ukraine with  weapons, consultancy, intelligence and cyber-power to win. I continue to believe that in a bad-case scenario NATO could occupy Western Ukraine in a joint exercise with the Ukrainian Army (whose government would be at L’viv) and Putin would not dare attack NATO forces. So far he has not tried seriously to cut off the supply lines from the West, nor does he have the control of western Ukrainian airspace to do so.

8 April
When I go out these days, I am stopped by neighbours who want to talk about Ukraine. They are aghast at something they never thought to see ‘in Europe’ in their lifetime, and ask me how I think it will ‘end’. Well, of course, there are so many big variables that I certainly don’t know… My private scenarios, from better to worst, might be:

  1. With massive military (and naval) aid from the West, Ukraine comprehensively defeats Russian forces and the invaders are driven out of Ukraine. The Russian defeat is as bad as in the Crimean War or Russo-Japanese War and Putin is deposed, closely followed by Lukashenko. Ukraine becomes a sovereign European state, Belarus too.
  2. Russia takes the Donbas this month and Ukraine sues for peace recognising the Crimea and Donbas as Russian. The West funds reconstruction, Ukraine is set to join the EU in eight years, NATO gives securities of neutrality to Ukraine.
  3. Putin re-invades Ukraine from the north and the West’s guarantees are again dud. The Russians take Kiev this time and simultaneously advance westwards to the Dnipro. Govt escapes to L’viv, NATO forces co-occupy Western Ukraine, country partitioned.
  4. Putin bully-blackmails Lukashenko into invading Western Ukraine from Belarus whilst Russian troops take Kiev, simultaneously advance westwards from the Dnipro and join the Belorussians to occupy Western Ukraine. NATO watches from across the border. Russian troops face NATO and an iron curtain descends again across the continent.

One thing is sure: for Putin there is no going back. As the British-born Putin-watcher and former White House adviser Fiona Hill has said, he sees the Ukrainians as ‘traitors’ and has switched from trying to capture their country to ‘annihilating’ them. But by the same token, Putin is a rat caught in his own trap.

The other question neighbours ask me, is: ‘What is wrong with the Russians, why are they like this?’ I might tackle that in my next post.

9 April
In the summer of 1968 I spent six radiant weeks in Kiev. Cautiously and on my own, I visited Babi Yar, the ravine on the outskirts of Kiev where from 1941 the Germans and their collaborators massacred 34,000 Jews and about 100,000 humans of other origins. Much of the area was screened by wooden hoardings as it was going to be built on. Diggers had been at work. In places gaps had appeared between the hoardings and through them I saw a sea of bones. Two years earlier, in response to public Russian and western protest, the Soviet government had erected a small monument there:

Photograph taken by me of temporary monument at Babi Yar, 1968

This monument did not mention the ethnicities of the victims, but over time the site was developed into a memorial park and in 2016 work began on the Babyn Yar Holocaust Memorial Centre there. This is the one that was hit by a Russian missile on 1 March 2022.

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‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

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