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My Childhood
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bookshelves: 20th-century, autobiography-memoir, read-in-translation, russia-and-soviet-union
Jul 08, 2011
bookshelves: 20th-century, autobiography-memoir, read-in-translation, russia-and-soviet-union
In recalling my childhood I like to picture myself as a beehive to which various simple obscure people brought the honey of their knowledge and thoughts on life, generously enriching my character with their own experience. Often this honey was dirty and bitter, but every scrap of knowledge was honey all the same.
I sat at a table near the door of my English class when I was around thirteen. Hard by the door to its left was a slightly battered steel cupboard which held a modest library of books. The idea was we could borrow a book from the cupboard to broaden our reading and this book is the one I best remember, it stands out more clearly thanRogue MaleorThe Fallen Idoland numerous others whose titles I've forgotten since turning their pages.
On the one hand it is a great book to read while growing up because it concerns the process of growing up and in particular for any bookish child this is an autobiography of reading, a child formed by books as much as anything else. And in this respect it is like many other literary autobiographies -The Classic Slumleaps to mind as a British equivalent. On the other hand the young Alexei Peshkov, who later adoptedMaxim Gorky(view spoiler) as his pen name, grew up in Nizhni-Novgorod, brought up by his downwardly mobile grandparents at the end of the nineteenth century as the Russian Empire was undergoing one of its periods of rapid yet uneven economic growth, so it is also the story of a very particular childhood.
This volume is the first of an autobiographical trilogy that continues withMy Apprenticeshipand closes withMy Universities(view spoiler) .It opens with the young Gorky watching his mother crying over the dead body of his father while she goes into labour and ends some years later, barely a teenager, with his grandfather tossing him out of the house to fend for himself.
The whole trilogy builds into an impressive picture of pre-revolutionary life in a big provincial city. Its a colourful and hard existence, people don't so much struggle to avoid poverty so much as regularly see it flood over them, just as the river Volga floods the lower reaches of the city every spring. Almost the only constant are the books and the reading, the impact of that reading on the life and mind of a growing child who as the series closes has become an adult, in part an adult shaped by books they have read.
Above all there are two constant figures in this story. His grandmother(view spoiler) and his grandfather(view spoiler) .The grandfather was a self made businessman(view spoiler) .However this is not the cool, calm world of the corporation but rather the by the skin of the teeth world of the family business, riven by jealousies and insecurity. The grandmother by contrast inhabits the world of folk religion(view spoiler) .This is a fascinating book I am still inclined to recommend to lovers of Tolstoy and Turgenev as a corrective to a top down, rural vision of pre-revolutionary Russia. Here instead is the teeming town, the tradesman, the small business. A world in which going to school and getting a formal education can be a child's dream, while getting the kind of beating that lands them in hospital is part of the reality of their upbringing.
I sat at a table near the door of my English class when I was around thirteen. Hard by the door to its left was a slightly battered steel cupboard which held a modest library of books. The idea was we could borrow a book from the cupboard to broaden our reading and this book is the one I best remember, it stands out more clearly thanRogue MaleorThe Fallen Idoland numerous others whose titles I've forgotten since turning their pages.
On the one hand it is a great book to read while growing up because it concerns the process of growing up and in particular for any bookish child this is an autobiography of reading, a child formed by books as much as anything else. And in this respect it is like many other literary autobiographies -The Classic Slumleaps to mind as a British equivalent. On the other hand the young Alexei Peshkov, who later adoptedMaxim Gorky(view spoiler) as his pen name, grew up in Nizhni-Novgorod, brought up by his downwardly mobile grandparents at the end of the nineteenth century as the Russian Empire was undergoing one of its periods of rapid yet uneven economic growth, so it is also the story of a very particular childhood.
This volume is the first of an autobiographical trilogy that continues withMy Apprenticeshipand closes withMy Universities(view spoiler) .It opens with the young Gorky watching his mother crying over the dead body of his father while she goes into labour and ends some years later, barely a teenager, with his grandfather tossing him out of the house to fend for himself.
The whole trilogy builds into an impressive picture of pre-revolutionary life in a big provincial city. Its a colourful and hard existence, people don't so much struggle to avoid poverty so much as regularly see it flood over them, just as the river Volga floods the lower reaches of the city every spring. Almost the only constant are the books and the reading, the impact of that reading on the life and mind of a growing child who as the series closes has become an adult, in part an adult shaped by books they have read.
Above all there are two constant figures in this story. His grandmother(view spoiler) and his grandfather(view spoiler) .The grandfather was a self made businessman(view spoiler) .However this is not the cool, calm world of the corporation but rather the by the skin of the teeth world of the family business, riven by jealousies and insecurity. The grandmother by contrast inhabits the world of folk religion(view spoiler) .This is a fascinating book I am still inclined to recommend to lovers of Tolstoy and Turgenev as a corrective to a top down, rural vision of pre-revolutionary Russia. Here instead is the teeming town, the tradesman, the small business. A world in which going to school and getting a formal education can be a child's dream, while getting the kind of beating that lands them in hospital is part of the reality of their upbringing.
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This does sound like a book for me. Thanks, Jan-Maat!
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I like the story of young Peshkov's attachment to his grandmother, and his resulting adoration of the Virgin Mary. A tiny bit of me feels quite envious.
Steve wrote: "This does sound like a book for me. Thanks, Jan-Maat!"
I think it might fit with some of your recent Greek reading, the social context seems a little similar to me.
I think it might fit with some of your recent Greek reading, the social context seems a little similar to me.
Caroline wrote: "I like the story of young Peshkov's attachment to his grandmother, and his resulting adoration of the Virgin Mary. A tiny bit of me feels quite envious."
he becomes more irreligious later and there is a problem when he gets some formal schooling when it turns out that his Grandmother's mother of God doesn't match up precisely with the Virgin Mary who the Grandmother describes as "oh,her"!
he becomes more irreligious later and there is a problem when he gets some formal schooling when it turns out that his Grandmother's mother of God doesn't match up precisely with the Virgin Mary who the Grandmother describes as "oh,her"!
I had missed this... it sounds delightful. I am currently at the beginning of a tetralogy of another writer (different country, different times), but would like to read this trilogy too...
Kalliope wrote: "I had missed this... it sounds delightful. I am currently at the beginning of a tetralogy of another writer (different country, different times), but would like to read this trilogy too..."
what tetralogy is that Kalliope?
what tetralogy is that Kalliope?
Jan-Maat wrote: "Kalliope wrote:" I had missed this... it sounds delightful. I am currently at the beginning of a tetralogy of another writer (different country, different times), but would like to read this trilog... "
I am a bit behind in writing my reviews. These are the ones byMarcel Pagnol:
Souvenirs d'Enfance, 4 Volumes: La Gloire de Mon Pere, Le Chateau de ma Mere, Le Temps des Secrets, Le Temps des Amours
Read them in my youth but I am reading them again because I just visited Provence, where they are set.
They are very sweet and suit the landscape perfectly.
I hope to post my review of the first soon and continue reading the continuing volumes.
I am a bit behind in writing my reviews. These are the ones byMarcel Pagnol:
Souvenirs d'Enfance, 4 Volumes: La Gloire de Mon Pere, Le Chateau de ma Mere, Le Temps des Secrets, Le Temps des Amours
Read them in my youth but I am reading them again because I just visited Provence, where they are set.
They are very sweet and suit the landscape perfectly.
I hope to post my review of the first soon and continue reading the continuing volumes.
I read this book (the Hindi translation) at the age of 14 in a small public library. (I also read 'Mother' & 'My Apprenticeship' but (I am not sure about this) not 'My Universities' as it was not available in that library.) I really really liked the books. I got totally engaged in it in a way that maybe I haven't been with any book I've have read. I felt the emotions communicated via the book...
Now, to come to the second reason for this comment: I don't remember even a tiny part of the story now - It's been only 3 years! (this is so with many of the books that I read only once)
I wonder (Read: would love to know *wink* *wink*) whether this happens with most people - that they forget the stories they read only once or twice after some years - even ones they really enjoyed reading. Like, did you remember the plot of the story from memory from when you read it at 13 or have you read it again recently?
Now, to come to the second reason for this comment: I don't remember even a tiny part of the story now - It's been only 3 years! (this is so with many of the books that I read only once)
I wonder (Read: would love to know *wink* *wink*) whether this happens with most people - that they forget the stories they read only once or twice after some years - even ones they really enjoyed reading. Like, did you remember the plot of the story from memory from when you read it at 13 or have you read it again recently?
Neeraj wrote: "I wonder (Read: would love to know *wink* *wink*) whether this happens with most people - that they forget the stories they read only once or twice after some years - even ones they really enjoyed reading. Like, did you remember the plot of the story from memory from when you read it at 13 or have you read it again recently."
Hmm, it is not consistent, some reading makes more of an impact. I think the Gorky autobiography remains relatively clear in my memory while for example Tolstoy's "Childhood, boyhood, youth" doesn't.
Forgetting maybe is a more significant process than remembering
Hmm, it is not consistent, some reading makes more of an impact. I think the Gorky autobiography remains relatively clear in my memory while for example Tolstoy's "Childhood, boyhood, youth" doesn't.
Forgetting maybe is a more significant process than remembering
Talking about the boy's reading - have you read this?
https:// goodreads /book/show/3...
I would be interested to know what you think.
We studied Gorki's "My Childhood" at school and i must admit I was not particularly engrossed in it. But I liked his short stories. Maybe, it is time to revisit..
https:// goodreads /book/show/3...
I would be interested to know what you think.
We studied Gorki's "My Childhood" at school and i must admit I was not particularly engrossed in it. But I liked his short stories. Maybe, it is time to revisit..
Nay I've not read Spufford, well you know it could be I came across the Gorky at the right time for me and there is too a difference between choosing a book for yourself and having it spoonfed to you in class
Jan-Maat wrote: "Nay I've not read Spufford, well you know it could be I came across the Gorky at the right time for me and there is too a difference between choosing a book for yourself and having it spoonfed to y..."
Certainly true in terms of spoon-feeding:-) We needed to learn the bits by heart from there!
Maybe i will try Spufford at some stage, but probably read first "Golden Hill" everyone is raving about.
Thank you!
Certainly true in terms of spoon-feeding:-) We needed to learn the bits by heart from there!
Maybe i will try Spufford at some stage, but probably read first "Golden Hill" everyone is raving about.
Thank you!
Love your account of reading this, Jan-Maat. And yes, I too found it it refreshing to hear about people who owned little or nothing In nineteenth century Russia when most of my reading of Russian authors of that time is about the landowners. Though I nearly forgot Leskov's Lefty.
Fionnuala wrote: "Love your account of reading this, Jan-Maat. And yes, I too found it it refreshing to hear about people who owned little or nothing In nineteenth century Russia when most of my reading of Russian a..."
thank you, it made a big impression on me, it was the book which probably led me on to read the other richer Russians
thank you, it made a big impression on me, it was the book which probably led me on to read the other richer Russians
Tolstoy always annoys me so terming this a corrective is persuasive. It’s buried in a pile, barely started a couple of years ago. You’ve convinced me to dig it out.
Caroline wrote: "Tolstoy always annoys me so terming this a corrective is persuasive. It’s buried in a pile, barely started a couple of years ago. You’ve convinced me to dig it out."
corrective is maybe not quite the right phrase - a contrasting perspective maybe, certainly very different in terms of what is front and centre in their interests and who they see in the world
corrective is maybe not quite the right phrase - a contrasting perspective maybe, certainly very different in terms of what is front and centre in their interests and who they see in the world