5 overrated Russian writers, from Leo Tolstoy to Joseph Brodsky

Culture
GEORGY MANAEV
Perhaps you have grown tired of Tolstoy’s moralism, the endless speeches of Dostoevsky’s heroes, or the wild imagery of Bulgakov. We still love them, but these authors may have been a bit overrated.

1. Leo Tolstoy

Not all Russians like Leo Tolstoy, who is frequently named “the greatest Russian writer”. In school, most of us were forced to read the bulky 4-volume edition of “War and Peace”. Tolstoy himself didn’t like the novel. He confessed he’s happy that he “won’t have to write such wordy nonsense ever again”, and when praised for the novel, he answered: “It’s the same as if somebody would tell Edison that he’s great at dancing mazurka”.

“War and Peace” is so full of rambling sentences that you forget the beginning by the time you come to the end. Even more, for every Russian these footnotes with the translated French were just excruciating. Oh, and then there is the whole fourth volume devoted to moralism, preaching and childish historical theories.

Most of Tolstoy’s moralism comes in stark contradiction with the life he led. An unstoppable gambler in his youth, he spent his whole life as an avid womanizer (though he detested himself for it). Most of his children were angry with their father for depriving them of fortune, and the story of his relationship with his wife Sophia is full of quarrels, tears, and other women. Is he the guy to teach his readers ethics? Meanwhile, each Tolstoy novel and story has a moralistic ending.

2. Fyodor Dostoevsky

During his lifetime Fyodor Dostoevsky was considered a B-class writer who wrote criminal stories (“Crime and Punishment”), and sentimental boulevard prose (“The Brothers Karamazov”). This was for a good reason – we know that Dostoevsky used most of his royalties to hastily pay debts from card gambling. And that’s why most of his work was written hastily, to say the very least.

“An oval table of a round form in front of the sofa” - that’s him, in the very first chapter of “Crime and Punishment” (a line bashfully edited in all English translations). Russian editor of the novel, Mikhail Katkov, brought the author’s attention to this mistake. Dostoevsky thought for a while, and said: “Just leave it as it is”.

And the 19th-century translators of Dostoevsky knew better: for example, “The Grand Inquisitor,” a poem in prose that relates the author’s view on Christian philosophy and life in general, was usually edited out of the novel as “excessive”.

And the endless speeches of Prince Myshkin in “The Idiot” – wouldn’t you be surprised to learn that they are so long because Dostoevsky’s novels were published in literary journals that paid him by the line – so the longer the writing, the more he’d be paid. Well, he didn’t write most of them anyway in his handwriting; his wife and secretary, Anna Dostoevsky, did it. This didn’t stop Fyodor the gambler from selling their wedding rings and her wedding dress to pay a gambling debt in Europe.

3. Mikhail Bulgakov

During his life, Mikhail Bulgakov wasn’t named among the best Russian writers. Initially, he received a medical education and worked as a doctor. Coincidentally, his literary work started shortly after he developed a morphine habit during the Russian Civil War (1918 - 1921).

Most of his works were short stories and plays, and fame first came to him when Stalin liked his play, “Days of the Turbins”, first staged in 1926. But during the 1930s, Bulgakov was in jeopardy. Bulgakov tried to flatter the tyrant again by writing a play dedicated to Stalin’s youth, but Stalin didn’t like it and ordered the staging to be canceled. After that, Bulgakov’s health rapidly deteriorated, leading to his premature death in 1940.

During the 1930s, Bulgakov secretly worked on the novel, “The Master and Margarita”, while at the same time abusing morphine – stains of the drug have been found on the novel’s manuscript decades later. The novel became famous only years after his death and overshadowed the writer’s other works – most of the world’s readers don’t remember his “Morphine” (‘A Young Doctor’s Notebook’), an early account of a junkie village doctor’s life; or “Heart of a Dog,” a story about genetics intertwined with politics in the early years of the Soviet state. Meanwhile, “The Master and Margarita”, despite all the praise it has gotten over the years, is a novel with a flappy plot, heavily relying on worn-out “mystical” images, apparently inspired by the writer’s delusional state. The novel’s imagery draws heavily from German expressionist literature, most notably novels of Gustav Meyrink, one of Bulgakov’s favorite writers.

4. Sergey Dovlatov

One of many Russian/Soviet writers who didn’t get published in the USSR because of the deep irony of their work that showed the absurd of Soviet reality, Sergey Dovlatov became  predictably more famous when he emigrated to the U.S. Thanks to the efforts of his friends and literary entrepreneurs abroad, his fame grew rapidly and by the end of the 2000s, he had become one of the most ‘famous’ writers of the 1970s – which he wasn’t in the 1970s.

First of all, Dovlatov didn’t write fiction. His short stories, maybe better say sketches, were modified excerpts from his own daily life, spiced with bitter humor and sad recollections of a loser’s past and present. In the realm of the Russian language of the 20th century, there were far greater exploits in that field, beginning with Mikhail Zoschenko, author of humoristic sketches that were extraordinarily popular among Russians for their witty humor and neat composition.

In Russian, Dovlatov’s prose is mostly interesting for the contemporary vernacular he recreated, lost or rendered far less intriguing by translation. In Russian, however, his prose becomes obsolete because the reality he described is no longer relevant. So, Dovlatov is best left for those who just love his style – but he can hardly be perceived as a writer who defines Russian literature.

5. Joseph Brodsky

A Nobel laureate and a poet who defined the development of the Russian language of the late 20th century, Joseph Brodsky (1940 – 1996) enjoyed excessive praise even in his days. He was appointed the poet laureate of a country that speaks English – not Brodsky’s mother tongue. In the end, he just couldn’t quite come to terms with English., Anyway, his own translations of his works into English, as well as his prose and poems written in English, are awkwardly Russian in syntax.

Drifting away from the lyrical matter in his poems, in later years the ‘American’ poet Joseph Brodsky (he liked to identify himself as such, and even changed the spelling of his original name – Iosif) turned his poems into a tangled web of intertext and obscure allusions (see “Vertumne,” or “Centaurs I-IV”), which is hardly decipherable for a reader less proficient in world literature than Brodsky himself was – and that means just about every reader! But poetry is not a lecture on the history of literature, and Brodsky thought and propagated just that. This made us all love his early, sincere and heartfelt poems, more than the tired-of-the-world lyrical persona of his later years.