Stalin Lives Again Today in the Kremlin. One More Reason for a Theological Rereading of Vasily Grossman’s Masterpiece

(s.m.) Summer is a time for rea­ding. And it is to a great book of fic­tion that Settimo Cielo dedi­ca­tes its last post befo­re the August break : to “Life and Fate” by Vasily Grossman, in Anne-Marie Pelletier’s skill­ful rerea­ding of it in the late­st issue of “Vita e Pensiero,” the maga­zi­ne of the Catholic University of Milan.

Vasily Grossman (1905 – 1964), a Jew, was born in Berdychiv, the Ukrainian city that in recent days recei­ved a visit from Pope Leo’s envoy, the arch­bi­shop and Vatican forei­gn mini­ster Richard Gallagher, a tena­cious sup­por­ter of Ukraine’s resi­stan­ce again­st Russian aggres­sion.

There is a distur­bing simi­la­ri­ty, as Pelletier poin­ts out, bet­ween Vladimir Putin’s Russia and Stalin’s Soviet Union. And Grossman, in his youth a sup­por­ter of the com­mu­ni­st revo­lu­tion and a war cor­re­spon­dent on the fron­ts from Stalingrad to Berlin (see pho­to, copy­right Alamy Stock Photo), con­ver­ted pre­ci­se­ly to a radi­cal cri­ti­que of Stalin’s regi­me, soon ending up an out­ca­st, under con­stant threat of arre­st and pre­ven­ted from publi­shing the books he had dedi­ca­ted him­self to.

In 1961 the KGB con­fi­sca­ted the manu­script and typew­rit­ten copies of the near­ly one thou­sand pages of “Life and Fate.” Grossman died three years later, but mira­cu­lou­sly one copy sur­vi­ved and rea­ched Andrei Sakharov, the great phy­si­ci­st and hero of dis­sent, Nobel Peace lau­rea­te in 1975, arre­sted seve­ral times, who mana­ged to get it to the West and have it publi­shed in 1980.

Anne-Marie Pelletier, the author of the evo­ca­ti­ve rerea­ding of “Life and Fate” repro­du­ced here, tea­ches Sacred Scripture and bibli­cal her­me­neu­tics on the Faculty of Notre-Dame at the Collège des Bernardins in Paris. She was the fir­st woman to recei­ve the Ratzinger Prize for theo­lo­gy, in 2014.

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Rereading Vasily Grossman to Strengthen Hope

by Anne-Marie Pelletier

What need is the­re to read Vasily Grossman today ? A Russian wri­ter from the last cen­tu­ry, who died in 1964, who­se life can be lar­ge­ly defi­ned as “Soviet,” who­se inspi­ra­tion dra­ws upon the histo­ry of two tota­li­ta­ria­ni­sms that we would like to belie­ve are now behind us. Yet the great sur­pri­se is that this work imme­dia­te­ly reso­na­tes with our cur­rent situa­tion. It even seems writ­ten for us, so much does the order that rei­gns in Moscow today repro­du­ce, fea­tu­re by fea­tu­re, that of Soviet Russia.

In this sen­se, and to begin with, Grossman helps us deci­pher the logic of the destruc­ti­ve vio­len­ce unlea­shed in Ukraine over the past four years and now threa­te­ning all of Europe. But the­re is more to learn from him, and we will deal with this fur­ther on : he offers his sup­port for the resi­stan­ce that we must put up again­st the black­mail of evil, which is increa­sin­gly drag­ging our socie­ties toward despair and nihi­li­sm.

Sixty years of Soviet histo­ry

To appre­cia­te the rele­van­ce of Grossman’s work, it is neces­sa­ry to brie­fly recall its histo­ri­cal con­text. He was born in 1905 in Berdychiv, in that part of Ukraine which, until the Nazi poli­cy of exter­mi­na­tion, was home to the shte­tls, the rural cen­ters of Hasidic Judaism, whe­re dai­ly life was as fer­vent as it was mea­ger. He belon­ged to an assi­mi­la­ted Jewish fami­ly of scho­lars and nota­bles. He began by sup­por­ting the October Revolution, in which he con­fi­den­tly pla­ced his hopes. After stu­dy­ing che­mi­stry, which led him to work for a time in the Donbas, he final­ly devo­ted him­self enti­re­ly to lite­ra­tu­re.

Times were hard. The regime’s dik­ta­ts increa­sin­gly limi­ted cul­tu­ral life. Socialist rea­li­sm, in the ser­vi­ce of the dic­ta­tor­ship of the pro­le­ta­riat, beca­me the selec­tion cri­te­rion for com­pliant wri­ters. Like it or not, Grossman sub­mit­ted to the regime’s demands. Until the war, in a socie­ty under the yoke of Stalinist ter­ror, he faced life with pru­den­ce, but without qualms of con­scien­ce. In the 1930s he saw on the stree­ts of Kiev, without real­ly seeing them, the wal­king corp­ses of kulaks redu­ced to fami­ne by Stalin. He emer­ged unsca­thed from the Great Terror of 1936 – 38, albeit at the cost of a com­pro­mi­se that would haunt his con­scien­ce fore­ver. In 1941 he beca­me a war cor­re­spon­dent for the new­spa­per “Krasnaya Zvezda” (Red Star). And so he fol­lo­wed the Russian troops to the bloo­die­st fron­ts, from Stalingrad to Treblinka, all the way to Berlin.

It was at the end of the­se drea­d­ful years that the “Soviet man” within him would turn into a fear­less denoun­cer of the evil dou­bly embo­died in Soviet and Nazi tota­li­ta­ria­ni­sm. In the autumn of 1941 his mother was mur­de­red by the Nazi troops that had ente­red Berdychiv. In the fol­lo­wing mon­ths the kil­lings were mul­ti­plied in all the ter­ri­to­ry of Ukraine, justi­fy­ing the chil­ling obser­va­tion that he would make in 1945 in “The Black Book:” “There are no more Jews in Ukraine.”

It was pre­ci­se­ly during the­se years that his for­got­ten Jewish iden­ti­ty recur­red to him. The expe­rien­ce of this infer­nal histo­ry pro­found­ly struck him and, natu­ral­ly, his work, in which a fun­da­men­tal break took pla­ce. The past came back to him, with all that he had igno­red in it. The hor­ror of Stalinism beca­me unde­nia­ble. This cla­ri­ty of vision would beco­me ever more expli­cit in his work, so much so that Stalin’s death in 1953 came just in time to save him from arre­st.

It was his novel “Life and Fate” that would embo­dy the work of truth to which Grossman would devo­te him­self from then on. Placing itself within the nar­ra­ti­ve tra­di­tion of “War and Peace,” this novel del­ves into the memo­ries of the war years, some­ti­mes broa­de­ning the view to the utmo­st, some­ti­mes nar­ro­wing it to the tinie­st details of indi­vi­dual fates, whe­re huma­ni­ty in resi­stan­ce is con­cea­led. From then on, nothing could stop Grossman’s inner urgen­cy of truth. “Life and Fate” highlights the twin­ning bet­ween Nazism and Sovietism in an evo­ca­ti­ve sce­ne that brings toge­ther a Nazi camp com­man­der and an elder­ly Menshevik, his pri­so­ner, about to be mur­de­red.

The same bold­ness emer­ges in the pages of his last manu­script, “Everything Flows,” which tells the sor­ro­w­ful sto­ry of the return of a poli­ti­cal pri­so­ner, a zek, a gulag inma­te, who upends the pea­ce­ful life of his accu­ser and his fami­ly, who had mana­ged to save their hides. In addi­tion to denoun­cing Stalin and his pre­de­ces­sor, Lenin, he attacks the myth of the “Russian soul” in its distur­bing com­pli­ci­ty with sla­ve­ry. This makes him an abso­lu­te trai­tor to the Cause. In 1961 the manu­scrip­ts of “Life and Fate” were con­fi­sca­ted by the KGB. The work disap­pea­red into the bowels of the Lubyanka, whe­re it would remain for two hun­dred years, as he was told with scorn. He died three years later, an out­ca­st, without seeing the publi­ca­tion of this work to which he was so atta­ched.

Yesterday and today : the denoun­ce­ment of evil and nihi­li­sm

It is this past, today reha­bi­li­ta­ted and brought back to life by the Kremlin, that now con­sti­tu­tes the Soviet pre­sent of the 21st cen­tu­ry. Since the year 2000 the past has not cea­sed to return at the behe­st of a lea­der trai­ned in the school of the KGB, who con­si­ders the col­lap­se of the USSR “the grea­te­st geo­po­li­ti­cal cata­stro­phe of the 20th cen­tu­ry” (address to the nation, April 2005). The insti­tu­tions of the mili­ta­ry indoc­tri­na­tion of young peo­ple, which for­ged the “red man,” have been reac­ti­va­ted and imbue stu­den­ts with war­mon­ge­ring from kin­der­gar­ten on. Statues of Stalin, once pul­led down, have been put back. The men­tal eco­no­my of the tota­li­ta­rian system, imple­men­ted by the Bolshevik Party, is being recy­cled at full capa­ci­ty. The “Memorial” asso­cia­tion foun­ded by Andrei Sakharov in 1989, which meti­cu­lou­sly docu­men­ted the tra­ces of cri­mes during the Soviet years and moni­to­red the still fra­gi­le human rights in the post-Soviet era, was dis­sol­ved in 2021.

On the reli­gious front the chan­ge is only super­fi­cial. The defen­se of Christianity is now stron­gly invo­ked by Kremlin ideo­lo­gues, with the sup­port of Kirill, the patriarch of Moscow. In fact, the last century’s phy­si­cal per­se­cu­tion of per­sons is per­ver­se­ly per­pe­tua­ted by the enlist­ment of the Russian Orthodox Church in the ser­vi­ce of the state’s cri­mi­nal poli­cies, which are nothing but a gro­te­sque inver­sion of Christianity. A ter­ri­ble decep­tion. It is under­stan­da­ble, the­re­fo­re, that this situa­tion should make Grossman’s work a power­ful tool for cri­ti­cal ana­ly­sis of the rea­li­ty of our pre­sent.

But the­re is ano­ther, equal­ly deci­si­ve, way in which this work should draw our atten­tion. In effect, it is both an appeal and a denun­cia­tion. It is at the ser­vi­ce of both tru­st and luci­di­ty. Ultimately, it is a stub­born defen­se of humanity’s resour­ces, in oppo­si­tion to con­tem­po­ra­ry histo­ry, which has brought the rei­gn of inhu­ma­ni­ty to its extre­me.

A new theo­lo­gy of good­ness

This is the core of the the­me of the “lit­tle good­ness,” which once drew the atten­tion of the phi­lo­so­pher Emmanuel Levinas, who cal­led “Life and Fate” a “pri­mor­dial book.” An unu­sual cha­rac­ter in the novel, a cer­tain Ikonnikov – who, in rea­li­ty, repre­sen­ts Grossman’s voi­ce – is the can­tor of this sin­gu­lar good­ness, which, thou­gh often deri­ded by the intel­lec­tual eli­te, is for Grossman the last bastion of hope. An enti­re chap­ter, Chapter 16 of part two of the book, cen­te­red on “Ikonnikov’s Notebooks,” lays bare the thoughts of this man, a sort of fool for Christ, who lan­gui­shes in a Nazi camp for having brought aid to Jewish women and chil­dren and who, befo­re then, had been the dazed wit­ness to the atro­ci­ties com­mit­ted in this “black land” (T. Snyder) at the eastern edge of the European con­ti­nent.

Ikonnikov has tra­ver­sed the cir­cles of hell, from deku­la­ki­za­tion to the hor­rors of the Nazi inva­sion of Belarus. Faced with an arro­gant and the­re­fo­re ambi­guous good, he sup­ports the cau­se of a mode­st good­ness, without pomp or pre­ten­sion. The visi­bi­li­ty of this lit­tle good­ness is fra­gi­le ; it is that of “the old woman who brings a pie­ce of bread to a pri­so­ner, the good­ness of the sol­dier who gives a woun­ded ene­my a drink from his can­teen, the good­ness of youth that pities age, the good­ness of the far­mer who hides an old Jew in the barn.”

The cru­cial point, which sums up the para­dox to be accep­ted, is that this almo­st invi­si­ble good­ness, so inter­wo­ven with the dai­ly fabric of life, so mani­fe­stly vul­ne­ra­ble and power­less in the face of the “wic­ked” – to use the term from the Psalms – is in rea­li­ty the only true strength in this world. Ikonnikov expres­ses this con­vic­tion as a mat­ter of expe­rien­ce : “I have seen that it is not man who is power­less in the strug­gle again­st evil, but that the power­ful evil is power­less when it strug­gles with man. In the power­les­sness of good­ness as an end in itself con­sists the secret of its immor­ta­li­ty. It is invin­ci­ble.”

We trem­ble to belie­ve this, given the abys­ses of evil that open up at eve­ry turn of human histo­ry. The black­mail of evil speaks too loud­ly for us not to fear clin­ging to a dream. Yet this is the truth for which Grossman fought : “The histo­ry of man is the bat­tle of the great evil that seeks to grind the seed of huma­ni­ty.” And he added : “But if even now the huma­ni­ty in man has not been extin­gui­shed, this means that evil can­not car­ry off the defi­ni­ti­ve vic­to­ry.” It is worth noting that it is not enti­re­ly coin­ci­den­tal that Ikonnikov is por­trayed as a fool for Christ. We are very clo­se, here, to the myste­ry pro­fes­sed by the Christian faith, which pro­claims the vic­to­ry over evil sei­zed from the heart of dar­k­ness. We are very clo­se to faith in the impos­si­ble, which means that this is not about opti­mi­sm, but about spi­ri­tual strug­gle.

Of cour­se, we do not mean to Christianize Grossman. Besides, don’t his Jewish roo­ts have some­thing to do with his con­vic­tion that – more than evil destroys – the­re exists a huma­ni­ty that does not capi­tu­la­te, and that this is the pro­mi­se of our futu­re ? In any case, this stub­born­ness in set­ting again­st the for­ces of evil the omni­po­ten­ce of a disar­med “lit­tle good­ness” is what makes Grossman’s words, for us, an incom­pa­ra­ble lever of resi­stan­ce again­st the cur­rent even­ts that so fuel pes­si­mi­sm and nihi­li­sm among our con­tem­po­ra­ries.

Ultimately, Vasily Grossman’s lega­cy is that of a gaze. The gaze of a man who knew how to adapt to the rea­li­ty of life, whe­re huma­ni­ty rises invin­ci­ble, in its sin­gu­la­ri­ty, the polar oppo­si­te of the stan­dar­di­za­tion of “tota­li­ta­rian man,” and whe­re it is rea­dy to die in defian­ce of lies and tyran­ny. Thus his work is punc­tua­ted by tou­ches of huma­ni­ty, evo­ked without gran­di­lo­quen­ce or sen­ti­men­ta­li­ty, that pier­ce the dar­k­ness of war and sha­ke off the cloak of tyran­ny. All the­se obser­va­tions, within a socie­ty brought up in indif­fe­ren­ce, mistru­st, and hosti­li­ty, were highly tran­sgres­si­ve for their time. And they are so again today, amid the impo­si­tion of ideo­lo­gies of for­ce again­st law, the exal­ta­tion of a pre­da­to­ry omni­po­ten­ce that has no regard for justi­ce.

Of cour­se, Grossman’s per­so­nal life was far from free of wea­k­nes­ses. But throu­gh his way­fa­rings he came to know fal­li­bi­li­ty and, with his very fal­li­bi­li­ty, a fun­da­men­tal good­ness. That which the theo­lo­gian Maurice Bellet spo­ke of when he sta­ted this sim­ple truth : “What remains when nothing remains ? This : that we be human with humans, that among us the­re dwell the ‘among us’ that makes us men.”

(Translated by Matthew Sherry : traduttore@​hotmail.​com)

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