Paperback cover of "The Russians," by Hedrick Smith, 1976. |
Publicity photo of Hedrick Smith for "The Russians." Photo by Jill Krementz. |
When Hedrick Smith’s book “The Russians” was published in
1976, it gave American readers a taste of what life was like inside the Soviet
Union. In “The Russians” Smith paints a vivid portrait of the culture of the
Soviet Union under Leonid Brezhnev’s rule. Smith was the Moscow bureau chief
for The New York Times from 1971-74,
and in 1974 he won the Pulitzer Prize for International Reporting for his
articles about life in the Soviet Union. I was lucky enough to intern for
Hedrick Smith during college in the fall of 2001, as he was finishing up the
excellent documentary “Rediscovering Dave Brubeck.” Smith’s most recent book is
2012’s “Who Stole the American Dream?” a very important book that I reviewed here.
“The Russians” is a
large book, 680 pages in the original paperback edition, and Smith covers just
about every imaginable aspect of Soviet society. I learned something new on
every page of this book. I can’t accurately summarize all of the different
parts of the book in this review, so I’ll focus on the sections that I enjoyed
reading the most.
While reading “The Russians” I was very struck by how
completely the Soviet government controlled society and everyday life. Smith
chronicled how the government censored the information that citizens had access
to, which ranged from not informing citizens about wildfires raging only 15-20
miles outside of Moscow, to the heartbreaking story of a man whose daughter
died in a plane crash, which he only learned of by going to the airport
police-who only told him about the crash on the condition that he keep the news
confidential. Because people had so little access through the state-run media to
any kind of meaningful information, either about their own country or any
others, the government was able to better control the population. This total
control over information even extended to seemingly mundane things. For
example, while Smith was in Moscow in 1973, the government published the first
telephone directory in 15 years. Smith writes, “The problem with this phone
book, as with so many desirable items in the Soviet Union, is that supply made
not even the barest pretense of satisfying demand. For a city of eight million
people, the printers published 50,000 phone books.” (p.472)
I knew that Soviet citizens had very little political
freedom, but I didn’t realize how many perks the elite members of the Communist
Party enjoyed. Smith deftly exposes one of the many contradictions in Soviet society:
that the supposedly classless society was actually just as stratified between
the haves and have-nots as the West was, if not more so. Members of the elite
were granted access to special stores where they could buy goods not available
to other citizens. Elites also had opportunities to travel abroad, which meant
that they had access to foreign goods, and work abroad was often paid in
special “certificate rubles” which could be used in special stores and had more
purchasing power than ordinary rubles. There was also little chance of upward
mobility in the Soviet system-if you weren’t a Party member you didn’t have
much of a chance of making a decent living.
Political dissent in the Soviet Union was given very little
chance to exist. As Smith shows, the temporary “thaw” in Soviet culture under
Khrushchev in the 1950’s and 60’s was quickly replaced by the cold chilliness
of the Brezhnev era. Under Brezhnev dissenters were rather quickly neutered by
being sent to the labor camps of Siberia or exiled to the West. The methods of
dealing with dissenters were not as cruel as they had been under Stalin, but
the Soviet government was extremely effective at shutting down any dissenting
points of view.
Smith wrote about how it was not the KGB that most ordinary
Soviet citizens feared. “For the quiet erosion of the spirit that takes place
daily is caused more by the petty tyrants of Soviet life-the rigid little
bureaucrats and the self-appointed busybodies who use infinite regulations and
documents to harass, humble and hound the man in the street.” (p.352)
One of the most memorable parts of “The Russians” details
Smith’s “interview” with the famed dissident writer Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. It
was forbidden for foreign journalists to meet with Solzhenitsyn, as the Soviet
government was very angry about his anti-Communist novels that explored the
terrors of the Stalin regime. Smith and Bob Kaiser of The Washington Post went to Solzhenitsyn’s apartment to interview
him, but when they arrived they found that Solzhenitsyn had already written the
interview, both question and answers, for them. Smith writes, “I was stunned.
What an irony, I thought. This is the way it is done at Pravda and here is Solzhenitsyn, whose entire being reverberates
with his furious battle against censorship, a man who in the great tradition of
Pushkin and Dostoyevsky had dared to assert the writer’s independence,
producing a prepackaged interview. How could he be so blind or so vain? I
thought of walking out.” (p.562) But Kaiser convinced Smith to read the hefty
25-page “interview” that Solzhenitsyn had written, which proved difficult
because Solzhenitsyn was such a Slavophile that he wrote in an archaic style of
Russian that used only “pure” Russian words, and not words that were derived
from other languages. Solzhenitsyn also insisted that both papers, The New York Times and The Washington Post, print all of his 7,500
word “interview,” which had lengthy sections defending his ancestors from
slander that Pravda was printing at
the time. Smith explained that not even the U.S. President was guaranteed that
his every word would be published in newspapers. Eventually a compromise was
reached with Solzhenitsyn, and he agreed to answer some questions. Solzhenitsyn
was eventually exiled by the Soviet government in 1974, and he settled in
Vermont, despite his dislike of the West and material culture. Oddly enough,
when Solzhenitsyn returned to Russia in 1994, he briefly hosted a TV talk show.
Although parts of “The Russians” are inevitably dated,
Smith’s deep insights into Russia and the Russian character make the book still
very relevant today. It’s a shame that it’s out of print, it really deserves to
be re-issued and enjoy wider circulation. Hedrick Smith is a great writer, and
he crafts many memorable sentences throughout “The Russians.” One of my favorite
passages is his spot-on comments about Soviet architecture:
“The newer subdivisions are a forest of massive prefab
apartment blocks, numbing in their monotony (and duplicated in cities all
across the country), pockmarked and graying with the instant aging that
afflicts all Soviet architecture. They are left naked without grass or
shrubbery or shutters or flower boxes, like fleets of dowdy ocean liners gone
aground on some barren shore and dwarfing their passengers with their inhuman
scale.” (p.140)
Smith also uses as an epigraph for one of his chapters a
very apt quote, which still does a good job of summing up Russia in the 21st
century:
“Russians have gloried in the very thing foreigners
criticized them for-blind and boundless devotion to the will of the monarch,
even when in his most insane flights he trampled underfoot all the laws of
justice and humanity.” Nikolai Karamzin, Russian historian, 1766-1826. (p.320)
If you’re interested in Soviet history, or in Russian
culture, Hedrick Smith’s “The Russians” is an excellent book that I would
highly recommend.
Very nice review. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI took the Trans-Siberian in 1985 in the days of the Evil Empire. One day on the train I was in a conversation with our tour guide Irina, a late twenties married lady from Intourist who presumably had had KGB training like all Intourist guides. She asked if I had read "The Russians" by Hedrick Smith. When I said I had, she said "terrible book. Rubbish. Much better is 'Life in Russia' by Michael Binyon". As it turned out I had read that as well, and told her so.
ReplyDeleteI can't remember or say now whether or not her opinion is valid, but at least there you have a short review from a native.