The future is history How totalitarianism reclaimed Russia

Masha Gessen

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Published
New York : Riverhead Books 2017.
Language
English
Main Author
Masha Gessen (author)
Physical Description
xii, 515 pages ; 24 cm
Bibliography
Includes bibliographical references (pages 488-506) and index.
ISBN
9781594634536
  • Dramatis Personae
  • Prologue
  • Part 1. Born in the USSR
  • 1. Born in 1984
  • 2. Life, Examined
  • 3. Privilege
  • 4. Homo Sovieticus
  • Part 2. Revolution
  • 5. Swan Lake
  • 6. The Execution of the White House
  • 7. Everyone Wants to Be a Millionaire
  • Part 3. Unraveling
  • 8. Grief, Arrested
  • 9. Old Songs
  • 10. It's All Over All Over Again
  • Part 4. Resurrection
  • 11. Life After Death
  • 12. The Orange Menace
  • 13. All in the Family
  • Part 5. Protest
  • 14. The Future Is History
  • 15. Budushchego Net
  • 16. White Ribbons
  • 17. Masha: May 6, 2012
  • Part 6. Crackdown
  • 18. Seryozha: July 18, 2013
  • 19. Lyosha: June 11, 2013
  • 20. A Nation Divided
  • 21. Zhanna: February 27, 2015
  • 22. Forever War
  • Epilogue
  • Acknowledgments
  • Notes
  • Index
Review by New York Times Review

RED FAMINE: Stalin's War on Ukraine, by Anne Applebaum. (Doubleday, $35.) In this richly detailed account of the 20th-century Soviet republic's great famine, the author shines a light on Stalinist crimes that still resonate today in the ongoing tension between Russia and Ukraine. THE RED-HAIRED WOMAN, by Orhan Pamuk. Translated by Ekin Oklap. (Knopf, $27.95.) In his latest novel, Pamuk traces the disastrous effects of a Turkish teenager's brief encounter with a married actress, elaborating on his fiction's familiar themes: the tensions between East and West, traditional habits and modern life, the secular and the sacred. THE FUTURE IS HISTORY: How Totalitarianism Reclaimed Russia, by Masha Gessen. (Riverhead, $28.) Gessen, a longtime critic of Vladimir Putin, tells the story of modern Russia through the eyes of seven individuals who found that politics was a force none of them could escape. RIOT DAYS, by Maria Alyokhina. (Metropolitan, paper, $17.) This fragmentary prison memoir by a member of Pussy Riot combines dark humor and protest as it describes the author's 18 months inside a Russian prison. Alyokhina shows that refusal to submit to injustice can be enough to reactivate the rule of law. THE MEANING OF BELIEF: Religion From an Atheist's Point of View, by Tim Crane. (Harvard University, $24.95.) This lucid and thoughtful examination by an atheist philosopher resists the notion that religion is simply bad science amplified by arbitrary injunctions. Unlike the more combative atheists who caricature belief, Crane strives to offer a more accurate picture of religion to his fellow unbelievers. THE RESURRECTION OF JOAN ASHBY, by Cherise Wolas. (Flatiron Books, $27.99.) The eponymous heroine of this ambitious debut novel starts a novel in secret, after setting aside a promising writing career to raise a family. FOR TWO THOUSAND YEARS, by Mihail Sebastian. Translated by Philip 0 Ceallaigh. (Other Press, paper, $16.95.) This classic Romanian novel, originally published in 1934, centers on the anti-Semitism that flourished just before the country's turn to fascism, pitting the local against the global. LENIN: The Man, the Dictator, and the Master of Terror, by Victor Sebestyen. (Pantheon, $35.) Sebestyen has managed to produce a first-rate thriller by detailing the cynicism and murderous ambition of the founder of the Soviet Union. STALIN: Waiting for Hitler, 1929-1941, by Stephen Kotkin. (Penguin Press, $40.) This second volume of a projected three-volume life assiduously delves into Stalin's personal life even as it places him within the trajectory of Soviet history. The full reviews of these and other recent books are on the web: nytimes.com/books

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Review by Booklist Review

*Starred Review* Award-winning journalist and author of a scathing biography of Vladimir Putin (The Man without a Face, 2012), Gessen is a Soviet-born daughter of dissidents who came to the U.S. as a teenager, then, drawn by the optimism of the 1990s, returned to Russia, only to come back to America after the nascent democratic movement was crushed by Putin and his cronies. She has now written an angry and sorrowful account of the gradual but relentless destruction of aspirations for democracy and freedom under Putin, tracking the broad outlines of what she sees as a descent into a new and vicious totalitarianism. Opposition political parties are marginalized. Opposing voices are silenced by murder, intimidation, or exile. The economy is again under government control, as are the mass media. Gessen also views these developments through the prism of several young Russians who were born in the mid-1980s and can bear witness to the despair and even hopelessness that now infect those who envisioned something much better. Most disturbingly, she suggests that the rise of this new mafia state was accepted and even facilitated by a general population that neither embraced nor desired freedom or democracy. This is a devastating, timely, and necessary reminder of the fragility and preciousness of all institutions of freedom.--Freeman, Jay Copyright 2017 Booklist

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Gessen (The Brothers), the esteemed Russian-American journalist, takes an intimate look at Russia in the post-Soviet period, when the public's hopes for democracy devolved within a restricted society characterized by "a constant state of low-level dread." She structures the book around the experiences of four principal individuals who came of age in the aftermath of the U.S.S.R.'s collapse: Masha, whose activism led her to become a "de facto political prisoner"; Seryozha, the grandson of Alexander Nikolaevich Yakovlev, the politician who spearheaded the reforms of the Gorbachev era; Lyosha, a homosexual academic in a homophobic society; and Zhanna, the daughter of murdered opposition leader Boris Nemtsov. Three other figures also make regular appearances: psychoanalyst Marina Arutyunyan, sociologist Led Gudkov, and far-right ideologue Alexander Dugin. Readers gain a deeply personal view into "what it has felt like to live in Russia"-Lyosha, for instance, has had to grapple with media that "equated pedophilia and sexual violence with homosexuality"-and are presented with unique perspectives on the country during "the privations of the 1980s, the fears of the 1990s, and... the sense of shutting down that pervaded the 2000s." Throughout, Gessen expounds on Russia's development into a "mafia state" with elements of totalitarianism-a state fueled by a revanchist nationalism wherein each member of society must become "an enforcer of the existing order." She presents the somber peculiarities of modern Russia in a well-crafted, inventive narrative. Agent: Elyse Cheney, Elyse Cheney Literary. (Oct.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.

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Review by Library Journal Review

In this latest work, journalist and author Gessen (Where the Jews Aren't) unmasks how Russia, often port rayed as an enigmatic country, reverted back to its totalitarian roots. The author brilliantly details how the Soviets undertook the political movement Perestroika in the 1980s to the entrenchment of the current President Vladimir Putin. The narrative focuses on both the large-scale political processes and the people who were impacted by the new government policies. What is understood is that Russian citizens were ill-prepared for the emergence of democracy. The volatile 1990s created a Russian state yearning for a simpler time when the state controlled daily life. This nostalgia fed the rise of a hard-line political narrative that Putin has used to curtail liberal opposition. Gessen portrays a stark picture of why Russia is bellicose toward the West and the United States, which complements her earlier work The Man Without a Face, and Ben Judah's Fragile Empire. VERDICT A worthwhile read that descries how Putin's powerful grip on Russia developed, offering a dire warning of how other nations could fall under a similar spell of state control.-Jacob Sherman, John Peace Lib., Univ. of Texas at San Antonio © Copyright 2017. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

A brilliant if somber look at modern Russia, a failed democracy, by prizewinning journalist Gessen (The Brothers: The Road to an American Tragedy, 2015, etc.). First there were the serfs, and then "Homo Sovieticus," the gloomily obedient men, women, and children who waited in bread lines and slaved in mines and factories. Are they the avatars of the good old days? With Vladimir Putin's rise and increasingly absolutist rule, there may be something to the old saw that the Russian soul craves authoritarianism. Yet, as Gessen, who has written extensively on Putin, writes, that may flat out not be so. As she notes in this urgent chronicle, examining the Russian character through sociological instruments was frowned on, even banned, until the late 1960s, when Yuri Levada, who turns up at several points in this long narrative, began to look at how ordinary Russians thought about their society. For one thing, later surveys showed that although some wanted "rockers," "hippies," and "pederasts" (read: homosexuals) to be "liquidated," a far larger number advocated tolerance, especially younger Russians. Those younger Russians are the focus of the author's character-driven approach, a kind of nonfiction novel that compares favorably to the work of Svetlana Alexievich. One of Gessen's cases in point, a still-youngish woman named Masha, has learned to work every angle thanks to a resourceful mother who, among other things, figured out ways to "teach Soviet Jews to beat the anti-Semitic machine." By all rights, Masha, entrepreneurial and smart, ought to be in the forefront of Russian development, but having run afoul of Putin's regime, she is effectively a nonperson, "a de facto political prisoner." So it is with Zhanna, whose father, opposition leader Boris Nemtsov, was gunned down on a Moscow bridge in 2015, "with the Kremlin as the backdrop for the murder." All Gessen's players harbor the low-level dread on which totalitarian regimes thriveand all, a refrain has it, believe that their country is dead. A superb, alarming portrait of a government that exercises outsize influence in the modern world, at great human cost. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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On the seventieth anniversary of the Great October Socialist Revolution, Masha's grandmother, a rocket scientist, took Masha to the Church of St. John the Warrior in Central Moscow to be baptized. Masha was three and a half years old, which made her roughly three years older than all the other children in the church that day. Her grandmother Galina Vasi lyevna was fifty-five, which made her roughly the age of most of the grown-ups. They were old--fifty-five was the retirement age for Soviet women, and you could hardly have found a fifty-five-year-old who was not yet a grandmother--but not so old that they remembered a time when religion was practiced openly and proudly in Russia. Until recently, Galina Vasi lyevna had not given religion much thought. Her own mother had gone to church, and had had her baptized. Galina Vasilyevna had studied physics at the university and, though she graduated a few years before a course on the "foundations of scientific atheism" became a graduation requirement at all colleges, she had been taught that religion was the opium of the people. Galina Vasilyevna had spent most of her adult life working on things that were the very opposite of religion: they were material, not at all mystical, and they flew into space. Most recently, she had been working at Scientific Production Unit Molniya ("Lightning"), which was designing the Soviet space shuttle  Buran ("Blizzard"). Her task was to create the mechanism that would allow the crew to open the shuttle's door after landing. Work on the shuttle was nearly finished. In another year,  Buran  would take flight. Its first test flight would be unmanned, and it would be successful, but  Buran  would never fly again. Funding for the project would dry up, and the mechanism for opening the space-shuttle door from the inside after landing would never be used.1 Galina Vasilyevna had always been extraordinarily sensitive to the subtle changes in the moods and expectations of the world around her--a most useful quality in a country like the Soviet Union, where knowing which way the wind was blowing could mean the difference between life and death. Now, even though all things appeared to be on track in her professional life--it was still a year until  Buran  took flight--she could feel that something was cracking, something in the very foundation of the only world she knew--the world built on the primacy of material things. The crack was demanding that other ideas, or better yet, another foundation, appear to fill the emptiness. It was as though she could anticipate that the solid and unmystical thing she had spent her life building would fall into disuse, leaving a metaphysical void. Galina Vasilyevna may have learned that religion was the opium of the people and she may have been told, along with the rest of the country and the world, that the Bolsheviks had vanquished organized religion, but, having lived in the Soviet Union for more than half a century, she knew that this was not entirely true. Back in the 1930s, when she was a child, most Soviet adults still said openly that they believed in God.2 The new generation was supposed to grow up entirely free of the superstitions of which ­religion was merely a subset and of the heartache that made religion necessary. But then, when Galina Vasilyevna was nine, the Second World War began. The Germans were advancing so fast, and the Soviet leadership appeared so helpless, that there was nothing left to believe in but God.3 Soon enough, the Soviet government seemed to embrace the Russian Orthodox Church, and from that point on, the Communists and the clergy fought the Nazis together.4 After the war, the church went back to being an institution for the older generation, but the knowledge remained that in times of catastrophic uncertainty it could be a refuge. Grandmother told Masha that they were going to church because of Father Alexander Men. Men was a Russian Orthodox priest for people like Galina Vasilyevna. His parents had been natural scientists, and he had a way of talking to people who did not grow up in the church. He had been ordained by the Russian Orthodox Church, which ever since the war had served at the pleasure of the Kremlin, but he had his own ways of learning and teaching, and these had brought him to the brink of being arrested.5 Now that things were opening up slightly, Men was on the verge of becoming spectacularly popular, gathering a following of thousands and then of hundreds of thousands, though it would still be a few years before his writing could be published in the Soviet Union. Masha did not understand much of what her grandmother told her about Father Alexander or the light in the teachings of Jesus Christ, but she did not object to going to church. November 7 was always her favorite holiday, because on that day, the anniversary of the Great October Socialist Revolution, her grandmother, who for 364 days a year was a reluctant and subcompetent cook, baked pies that Masha liked to eat. "What the fuck did you do that for?" Masha's mother asked when she came to pick up her daughter and discovered her wearing a tiny cross around her neck. That, however, was the extent of the discussion. Tatiana did not have much use for conversation: she was a woman of action. When she had discovered that she was pregnant, she went to the Party Committee at her graduate school in the hope that the authorities would compel the future baby's father, who had at least one other girlfriend, to marry Tatiana. This was not an unusual request and would not have been an unusual intervention for the Party Committee to stage, but in Tatiana's case it backfired. Masha's father lost his spot in graduate school and, consequently, his right to live in Moscow, and had to return home to the Soviet Far East, thousands of kilometers from his girlfriends. New motherhood brought further unpleasant surprises. It made Tatiana dependent on her parents. Virtually everyone in her generation used parents as a source of free childcare:6 the only alternatives were state-run neighborhood-based nursery schools, which were a cross between baby prisons and warehouses, or prohibitively expensive and questionably legal private nanny services. Tatiana had won unusual independence from her parents--unlike most other people her age, she lived separately from them, in a communal apartment she shared with just one family--but the baby tethered her anew to her parents' apartment a few blocks away. With two rooms and a kitchen, Galina Vasilyevna and Boris Mikhailovich had the space to care for little Masha, and with both of them working as senior scientists in the space industry, they had more time than their graduate-student daughter. Tatiana figured that to escape her parental home for good, she needed to make money and pull strings. None of what she had to do was exactly legal under Soviet law, which restricted all activities and banned most entrepreneurship, but much of what she did was quietly tolerated by the authorities in a majority of the cases. At age three, Masha was admitted to a prestigious, highly selective, virtually inaccessible residential preschool for the children of Central Committee members. (In fact, by the time Masha was born, the average age of a Central Committee member was approaching seventy-five,7 so the school served their grandchildren and great-grandchildren as well as the children of a few extraordinarily enterprising Soviet citizens like Tatiana.) Here is how a writer from a previous generation of students described the preschool:   Inside, everything reeked of prosperity and just-baked pirozhki. The Lenin's Corner was particularly resplendent, with its white gladioli arrangements beneath Ulyanov family photos arranged like icons on a crimson velvet bulletin board. On a panoramic veranda facing the haunted woods,  nomenklatura  offspring snoozed al fresco, bundled like piglets in goose-feather sleeping bags. I had arrived during Dead Hour, Soviet for afternoon nap. "Wake up, Future Communists!" the teacher cried, clapping her hands. She grinned slyly. "It's fish-fat time!" . . . A towering nanny named, I still recall, Zoya Petrovna approached me with a vast spoon of black caviar in her hand.8   By the time Masha enrolled in school, the Lenin Corner had lost some of its luster and the teachers had toned down some of their rhetoric, rarely roaring the word "Communists" at their charges. But the daily rations of caviar remained, in even starker contrast to the world outside, where food shortages were the determining factor of everyday life. Still there, too, was the ubiquitous Soviet-preschool-issue single-lump farina, which could be stood vertically upon a plate. The school maintained a five-day-a-week boarding schedule, an unsurpassed Soviet luxury. On weekends, Masha, like many Soviet children, generally stayed with her grandparents. Trying to make enough to sustain this life kept Tatiana busy seven days a week. When Masha was four, her mother taught her to tell counterfeit dollars from genuine currency. Being caught with either real or fake foreign money would have been dangerous, punishable under Soviet law by up to fifteen years behind bars,9 but Tatiana seemed incapable of fear. At any rate, this was her livelihood. She also ran a tutoring business: she had started out as a tutor herself, but soon figured out that she needed volume to make real money. She began matching clients--mostly high school students readying to face the grueling oral exams for university admission--with her fellow graduate students, who could prepare them. In her own tutoring, she now stuck to a highly profitable and rare specialty she had developed: she prepared young people to face the "coffins." "Coffins" were questions specially designed for the Jewish applicants. Soviet institutions of higher learning generally fell into two categories: those that admitted no Jews at all and those that admitted a strictly limited number of Jews. The rules of non-admission were not, of course, publicly posted; rejection was administered in a peculiarly sadistic way. Jewish applicants usually took entrance exams along with all the other aspiring students. They pulled examination tickets from the same pool as everyone else. But if they succeeded in answering correctly the two or three questions on the ticket, then, alone in the room with the examiners, they would be casually issued an extra question, as though to follow up on the answers given. This would be the "coffin." In mathematics, this was usually a problem not merely complex but unsolvable. The applicant would falter and founder. The examiners would then nail the cover of the coffin shut: the Jewish applicant had failed the exam. Unless, that is, the applicant had had Tatiana for a tutor. She perfected the art of teaching her clients not merely specific "coffins," which she had somehow managed to procure, but the general algorithm for recognizing them and proving them to be unsolvable. This bucktoothed blonde in aviator glasses could teach Soviet Jews to beat the anti-Semitic machine, and this kept Masha in caviar and disgusting Central Committee farina. Excerpted from The Future Is History: How Totalitarianism Reclaimed Russia by Masha Gessen All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.