Kathleen
Stocking’s essay about her Peace Corps teaching experience in Romania probably
kicked it off. “Something Else Week” is the title of one of the essays in
Kathleen’s new book, The Long Arc of the Universe: Travels Beyond the Pale. Then, can Russia be considered Eastern
Europe in some sense? Letters from Russia, by a Frenchman who traveled to Russia
in 1839, surprised me by how much 19th-century czarist Russia
sounded like things I’d read and heard about life in the U.S.S.R. in the 20th
century.
The
late Tony Judt wrote of past and present all over the world, but one of his
special areas of interest and expertise was Eastern Europe, a geographic area
he felt had been sorely neglected by Western historians. While I may never make
my war entirely through Postwar, many of Judt’s essays posthumously edited by
his widow and published under the title When the Facts Change: Essays
1995-2010
either focus on or somehow make reference to Eastern Europe.
Halfway
through my reading of the Judt collection, I plucked from my bookstore shelves Cafe
Europa: Life After Communism, by Slavenka Dakulic, and took it home to read.
Cafe Europa
is a book that’s been in the shop for a while now, without anyone buying it and
carrying it off – luckily for me, or I might have missed reading it. The
author, born in Croatia in 1949, writes of the changes her native land has seen
in her lifetime and the difficulty of shaking habits, mental and social, that
may be holding back the arrival of truly responsible democratic citizens. Again
and again in Drakulic’s essays comes the theme of the rewriting of history,
still going on in Eastern Europe although Communism is gone.
Tony
Judt was concerned with rewritten history, also, as was the Marquis de Custine
when trying to understand Russia under the czars and where it might go from
there. You might say that an interest in Eastern Europe leads naturally to a
concern for honest history, given the way the subject has been mistreated in
that part of the world. Not only there, of course, but to an important and
serious extent, beginning in the past and continuing in the present. Another
feature common to Judt’s and Drakulic’s essays is the idea that “Europe,” as a unitary
place, the salvation of smaller countries from Russia to the Atlantic and the
Arctic Circle to the Mediterranean, is itself a myth, a vague article of faith
with little correspondence to reality.
Time
for a switch to fiction – and what jumped out at me? War with the Newts, by
Karel Capek, with a little upside-down caret over the ‘C’ that I can’t find in
my “insert symbol” menu. This novel, “considered by many to be Capek’s greatest
book,” is in the “satiric tradition of Wells, Orwell, and Vonnegut,” according
to the blurb on the back. I also find there this account of the author:
Karel Capek (1890-1928) earned recognition as a journalist, playwright, and novelist in Prague before and just after the First World War. In the Czech Republic of the 1920s, his reputation was broadened by the international acclaim that greeted his play R.U.R. as well as subsequent novels and stories....
What
did I expect? Whatever it was, it wasn’t what I found inside the covers of this
paperback novel. This “Eastern European” novel, at least as far as I’ve read so
far, is set mainly in the South Seas, where the captain of a freight-carrying and
pearl-fishing expedition boat encounters a colony of – well, we are not sure
yet what they are. Newts? Lizards? Tritons? They live in the ocean but are very
dexterous and quick verbal learners. Preyed upon by sharks, the tapas (as the
narrator calls them, following local native practice) bring up pearl-bearing
oysters to the captain subsequently trade him pearls for knives, and eventually
learn not only how to open oysters with the knives but how to use them to kill
sharks. The plot has thickened considerably! What next? I’ll let you know how
it goes. The real question will be how much of the political satire I am able
to decode from the story.
And in my Bohemian country neighborhood, as you can see, the farms are doing well.
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