The Gentle Barbarian
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A story which might be pious, sentimental and weepy is alight with the strangeness of life and told with delicacy, sense and compassion. And one or two details—a reference, for example, to the fact that the man she was going to marry “got his passport,” is enough to show the easy acceptance of serfdom. It is clear that in this story Turgenev is giving us an account of a real woman whom he certainly must have met in the circumstances he describes, for they are most clearly observed; but he has fulfilled the needs of an empathy which is at the core of his art. It is the task of the artist, as he said, to speak for a character and not simply of them. It was his belief that beauty in art seizes on that which is immortal—a matter of deep importance to a writer who himself feared death because he could rationally see no life beyond it. We are made to have a double response to this woman: the first is that, as he describes her, so exactly she was: but, also, since he cannot use her exact words when she is speaking of herself, he is so filled with her voice that he can speak for her and offer her as she feels her inexpressible self to be. Humility is her nature.
In 1881 when he was in Russia, he had an attack of neuralgia and a touch of rheumatism in his shoulder. It passed off but, always fascinated by his illnesses, he went to See the great doctor Charcot when he got back to Paris. Charcot diagnosed a mild angina and Turgenev saw himself tolerating this for many more years. He was put on a milk diet which seemed to’ relieve him until, after a few months, he found that he could not stand up and was henceforth completely bedridden. He had to endure a small operation for a cyst—which he called Feoktistov, the chief censor—without anaesthetic and he described to Alphonse Daudet his sensations as the surgeon’s knife cut him. He said he felt as if he were a fruit being peeled; then the knife cut as if it were slicing a soft banana.
“I studied this,” he said, “so that I could tell you about it at one of our dinners.”
The realists liked this kind of thing.
For Pauline Viardot the situation was terrible. Louis Viardot lay in another room, suffering from a stroke. She had to nurse the two men who were the most important in her life. It was too much for her and they had to move Turgenev to Les Frênes. Viardot and Turgenev shook hands and, soon after, Viardot died. The shock to Turgenev had to be borne and with it the agonising pain of what now turned out to be cancer of the spine. His dreams were monstrous. The gross fish images came to his mind, but in between spasms he noted down his symptoms in what he called Journal of My Death—for example, that he no longer had erections.
He wrote fragments of Clara Milich between bouts of pain. Pauline nursed him and Didie set up her easel in his room and sometimes she and her sister brought their children. There were occasional recoveries—in one he remembers the fire on the ship when he had left Russia as a youth and dictated the long and remarkable piece which appears in his Reminiscences and busied himself with his publisher. He even dictated a little story called The Quail for Countless Tolstoy’s children and wrote the famous letter to Tolstoy begging him to return to his art. But frightful pain seized him; he was given morphia and he screamed in his delirium. Once he shouted that Pauline was Lady Macbeth: he was remembering her triumph in one of her greatest parts. Another time, in his madness, he threw an inkpot at her and asked her to throw him out of the window. When he came to himself, he begged her to see if she could take down a story in Russian or a mixture of languages and indeed, though it took days, she did it and put it into French for him. It is called An End and is obviously a violent attack on the gentry: it is about a landowner who has become a horsestealer and is lynched by his peasants. He was so pleased by achieving this that he started planning to write a long novel with Pauline’s help. But he was too far gone. The huge body had wasted to nothing and by the beginning of September in 1883 he could only fitfully recognise his adoptive family. As he was dying he said of Pauline “Here’s the Queen of Queens” and then went on rambling in Russian. He imagined he was a Russian peasant and is believed to have said “Goodbye my dear ones, my whitish ones.”
After a funeral oration at the Gare de l’Est, the body was taken to St. Petersburg by Pauline’s two sons-in-law. The Tsarist government had done what they could to prevent political demonstrations, but thousands attended the funeral in the remote Volkov cemetery where close to Gogol, he was buried.
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Acknowledgements
THERE has not yet been a definitive biography of Turgenev in any language. Much is mysterious and changeable in the life of a novelist who dazzled his friends by his conversation and his thousands of engaging letters. My own book is a portrait and, having no Russian, I have relied entirely on sources in English and French translation. I owe a considerable debt to Avrahm Yarmolinsky’s brilliant Turgenev: The Man, His Art and His Age, to David Magarshack’s capable Life, and for the crucial matter of Turgenev’s relations with Pauline Viardot, to April Fitzlyon’s The Price of Genius. These scholars and Henri Granjard and Alexandre Zviguilsky and their recent editions of Turgenev’s correspondence with the Viardots have been invaluable and I thank them. My chief concern has been to enlarge the understanding of his superb short stories and novels and to explore the interplay of what is know about his life with his art. He was a deeply autobiographical writer.
I must thank the following translators on whom I have freely drawn, for enabling me to make my purpose clear: Constance Garnett; David Magarshack; Natalie Duddington; Rosemary Edmonds; Richard Freeborn; George Reavey; Leonard Schapiro; Robert Nichols; M. S. Mendel; and Isaiah Berlin both for his translation of First Love and his illuminating Romanes Lectures.
THE GENTLE
BARBARIAN
Tourguéneff le doux géant, l’aimable barbare … nous charmey nous enguirlande—
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