An interesting reminder of my USSR history has emerged, as if I needed one, highlighting just how happy I am not to have been born in Russia. It's quite a thought-provoking realization. However, despite this interesting aspect, it just didn't manage to grab me in the way his novels have. I have to admit, sorry Potok. There's something about his novels that has a certain allure and charm that this particular reminder lacks. Maybe it's the depth of the characters, the engaging storylines, or the unique perspectives they offer. Whatever it is, it has left a lasting impression on me, while this reminder of USSR history, although interesting, just didn't have the same impact.
While this book is a multi-generational history of a family, it is also a profound view. Through the lens of this family, we can see the plight of Russian Jewry. They suffered at the hands of those who were power hungry and fearful of what was different from them. As Potok writes, “. . . those rendered so rigid by ideas that all reason fails them . . ..”
Just as he did with “Wanderings,” Potok approaches this history in a fictional style. It is not a dry compilation of facts, places, and dates. Instead, it is a compelling story that has the power to draw you in. The protagonist of this book is the family and what they represented. We become invested in their lives, their struggles, and their hopes.
Potok's writing allows us to experience the history of Russian Jewry in a deeply personal way. We feel the pain and the joy of the family, and we gain a greater understanding of the forces that shaped their lives. This book is not just a history; it is a work of art that brings the past to life.
Geschiedkundig interessant: The life in Stalinist Russia is well elaborated, and the grotesque and unthinkable atrocities of the KGB are both gruesome and almost amusing (if only they weren't too cruel to be actually found witty).
Unfortunately, it is extremely unreadable. It jumps from one thing to another, full of unnecessary details and repetitions. And I really got crazy, for example, with constantly naming 'Solomon Slepak' by his full name: there is only one Solomon in the book and he is the third main character.
The author seems to have lost the thread while writing, making it a real struggle for the reader to follow the story. The excessive use of details and the lack of a clear narrative flow make it a rather tiresome read.
However, despite its flaws, the book does offer some interesting insights into the historical period. But it could have been presented in a much more engaging and accessible way.
An excellent and captivating true story unfolds about the Slepak family and the complex treatment of Jews in Russia. The narrative begins by tracing the remarkable rise of Solomon Slepak. He managed to become a high-ranking member in the early days of Communist Russia. However, his journey took a drastic turn with his eventual downfall. The story then seamlessly transitions to his son, Volodya, who emerged as a leader among the dissidents. This account provides a wealth of information about life in Russia during those times. It is masterfully told by Potok, who weaves together the personal experiences of the Slepak family with the broader historical context. The reader is drawn into their world, experiencing the joys, sorrows, and challenges they faced. It is a story that not only educates but also touches the heart, leaving a lasting impression.