Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak (1890 – 1960) is an epic Russian novel that takes place during the socialist revolution of 1905 and the years up to World War II. Philosophical and beautifully written, it is sometimes difficult to follow as it has a cast of thousands and everyone is known by about three or four different names. Ah! Russian novels!
Doctor Zhivago was first published in the West in 1957 but was banned in the Soviet Union. Pasternak won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1958 ‘For his important achievement both in contemporary lyrical poetry and in the field of the great Russian epic tradition.’
Pasternak initially accepted the award but after a brutal denunciation by the Soviet regime he reluctantly renounced it. It was either that or be banished from the country he loved. It wasn’t until 1988, twenty-eight years after his death, that the book was published in Russia for the first time. From what I’ve read about the author, the book is partly autobiographical.
Yuri Zhivago, the main character, is a physician and poet. Pasternak was born into an artistic family and had a classical education. He went on to study music and philosophy but gave them up to devote himself to poetry. Zhivago’s life reflected that of the author’s in his relationships with women also.
Zhivago was an intellectual and as such, an enemy of the people in the new Communist regime. In many ways he was a victim of the times: forcibly taken by the partisans to work in hospitals on the battlefields, he was removed without notice from his wife, Tonya, and young family, who could only guess at his whereabouts. Given an opportunity to escape his forced detention, he basically walked across Siberia to his old home but found his family had relocated.
Throughout the novel there are threads of long-term friendships and a vast network of relationships that intertwine and separate throughout. One of these relationships was in the person of Lara whom Yuri had met when he was a boy and later on as he was working in the hospital in town. He had just begun a relationship with her before he was taken by the partisans and they came together again after his escape. He was a complex, sensitive man but his actions at times demonstrated a lack of moral feeling. Although at times he pined for knowledge of his wife and children, he didn’t make any great effort to find them. Zhivago’s internal world reflected his external circumstances:
‘Everything established, settled, everything to do with home and order and the common round, has crumbled to dust and been swept away in the general upheaval and reorganisation of the whole of society…’
The author must have been a brave man to try to publish a book like this in Soviet Russia. It is certainly not a glowing account of the rise of the Soviet state. Yuri was at first an admirer of the Communist cause but that admiration dissipated as the book progressed:
‘…he found that he had only exchanged the old oppression of the tsarist state for the new, much harsher yoke of the revolutionary super-state.’
‘Revolutions are made by fanatical men of action with one-track minds, men who are narrow-minded to the point of genius. They overturn the old order in a few hours or days … but for decades thereafter, for centuries, the spirit of narrowness which led to the upheaval is worshipped as holy.’
‘…it turns out that those who inspired the revolution aren’t at home in anything except change and turmoil: that’s their native element; they aren’t happy with anything that’s less than on a world scale.’
He was to ask himself later:
‘Was it possible that in one short moment of over-sensitive generosity he had allowed himself to been enslaved forever?’
Pasternak’s poetic ability shines through his writing so brilliantly that it was difficult to choose what to share here. He also digresses into much philosophical meandering but it is so well-written that I think it adds to the story. Some of these philosophical reflections reminded me of Tolstoy’s writing in Anna Karenina – actually, Tolstoy was a friend of Pasternak’s parents.
‘Marxism a science?…Marxism is not sufficiently master of itself to be a science. Science is more balanced. You talk about Marxism and objectivity. I don’t know of any teaching more self-centred and further from the facts than Marxism. Ordinarily, people are anxious to test their theories in practice, to learn from experience, but those who wield power are so anxious to establish the myth of their own infallibility that they turn their back on truth as squarely as they can. Politics mean nothing to me. I don’t like people who are indifferent to the truth.’
‘Men who are not free…always idealise their bondage.’
I loved this description:
‘Now the front is flooded with correspondents and journalists…linguistic graphomania and verbal incontinence.’
And this one:
‘Everything had changed suddenly – the tone, the moral climate; you didn’t know what to think, who to listen to. As if all your life you had been led by the hand like a small child and suddenly you were on your own, you had to learn to walk by yourself. There was no one around, neither family nor people whose judgement you respected. At such a time you felt the need to entrust yourself to something absolute – life or truth or beauty – of being ruled by it now that man-made rules had been discarded.’
‘How intense can be the longing to escape from the emptiness and dullness of human verbosity, to take refuge in nature, apparently so inarticulate, or in the wordlessness of long, grinding labour, of sound sleep, of true music, or of a human understanding rendered speechless by emotion!’
‘There was something in common between events in the moral and the physical world, between disturbances near and far, on earth and in the sky.’
Pasternak was a master of simile and metaphor:
‘The gunfire had died away behind him. There, behind him was the east. There the sun had risen in a drift of mist and was peering dully through floating shadows, like a naked man through a cloud of steam at the baths.’
‘Grief had sharpened Yuri’s vision and quickened his perception a hundredfold. The very air surrounding him seemed unique. The evening breathed compassion like a friendly witness of all that had befallen him. As if there had never been such a dusk before and evening were falling now for the first time in order to console him in his loneliness and bereavement. As if the valley were not always girded by woods growing on the surrounding hills and facing away from the horizon, but the trees had only taken up their places now, rising out of the ground on purpose to offer their condolences.‘
An extract from Yuri’s diary in happier times with Tonya and her father who lived with them:
‘At the beginning, during the spring and summer, we had a very hard time. It was all we could do to struggle along. But now we can relax in the winter evenings…The women sew or knit, Alexander Alexandrovich or I read aloud…We read and re-read War and Peace, Eugene Onegin, and Pushkin’s other poems, and Russian translations of Stendhal’s Rouge et Noire, Dickens’s Tale of Two Cities and Kleist’s short stories.’
At the end of Doctor Zhivago the Bezprizornaya, homeless children whose parents were killed in the civil war, are mentioned. There is an article here about this:
My copy of Doctor Zhivago pictured above was published by Vintage in 2002 and was translated from the Russian by Max Hayward and Manya Harari in 1958.
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13 thoughts on “Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak (1957-8)”
simply a dynamite review! i've wondered about this book ever since it came out in translation; the quotes sound very much like experiences i've had, so i'll have to read it… i wonder about how much movies reduce the number of books read by the general population; i've seen the movie several times, but this sounds completely different, which isn't unusual, i guess… anyway, i need a copy of it: tx for the inspiration!
Super review. This has been on my list for years. It sounds so good but so trying as reading about life under oppressive regimes often is. I find that when reading books with a lot of characters with long and difficult names, the search function of ebooks to be a valuable tool.
The synopsis never motivated me to read this, but the quotes you shared do! Maybe I will read this when I read Solzhenitsyn.
Yes, Russian novels indeed. And this is one of my favourites.I read Doctor Zhivago a million years ago and it is one of my favourite Russian novels. And I absolute adore Russian literature.I agree how hard it must have been to publish this book. Those authors who write despite being haunted about it deserve all our admiration.
Hi Mudpuddle, I wonder the same thing. I remember seeing just one scene from the movie and it didn't give me any incentive to watch the movie. My initial impression put me off reading the book until recently. I think the film picked up on 'romance,' which I thought was barely touched upon in the movie.
Hi Brian, I don't read ebooks unless it's a book I'm reading aloud for homeschooling as I find it difficult to concentrate. I flick back & forwards through the book to remind me of who is who. I have a bookmark for Anna K with all the main characters various names. I should have done that for Dr Z.
Hi Marian, it's worth a read. I find the nonfiction Russian books harder to get through – eg. The Gulag Archipelago.
Hi Marianne. hope everything is going well for you over in Europe. There's something very unique about Russian literature & the land is often like another character. A they say, 'Mother Russia.'
Oh, no…now I want to read this again…like, right now. I love this book. And the quotes you've shared! I agree about his philosophical tangents, that it reminds me, too, of AK. Maybe it is the Russian author's style, but I love their political/philosophical tangents. (And I'm almost always in agreement with them.) Yes, I have to make time to reread this again.
I tend to agree with them, too. 🙂
Just the other day I was thinking that this would be a good book for me to read right now. I've only seen the movie, which \”everyone\” says is much inferior to the book, and from reading your fantastic review I believe that even more.
Gretchen, his writing is very lyrical. I didn't like the main character much but enjoyed the way the book was written.
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