A GENTLEMAN IN MOSCOW (2016)
By Amor Towles
Viking, 480 pages
★★★★
If ever a novel deserves to be labeled "charming,"
A Gentleman in Moscow is such a book.
Amor Towles, whose 2011 debut Rules of
Civility probed the world of New York society in the 1930s, once again
allows us to dine among the upper crust, but within a very different setting
and set of circumstances: Russia shortly after the Bolshevik Revolution. The
Bolsheviks famously shot the Romanov royal family as they did many other aristocrats, but not all of
them—some actually participated in overthrowing the Romanovs and were dubbed
heroes of the pre-revolution.
In Towles' novel, Count Alexander Rostov is such a hero and
might have eventually risen in party ranks—had he not been accused of writing a
poem deemed critical of life in the new Russia. Rather than execute or exile him,
the Soviets place him under a very odd house arrest–he is condemned to live out
his days within the confines of the luxurious Hotel Metropol, which was already
his Moscow address. Not that he will live the life of a count; his suite is
confiscated and Rostov is assigned a small room into which he can barely fit
his bed, desk, wardrobe, and books. The government declares Rostov a
"Former Person," a form of shunning, and advises him he will be shot
if he so much as walks into the street. Not that Rostov particularly wishes to
leave his gilded cage. From the start we are offered a dilemma unlike most we
encounter in novels: How does a man of refinement, manners, and culture live in
a world of affected plebeian presentation, bluntness, and non-sophistication?
Interior of the Metropol |
Insofar as Rostov is concerned, you can rob a count of his
title, but you can't make a count into a peasant. He has resources his
tormenters don't know about, so he continues to live as he always had: dining
on fine food and wine in the Boyarsky Restaurant, chatting with visitors at the
Shalyapin Bar, and conducting himself with dignity at all times. Does he get
bored? Rostov was a count, so it's not like his former days were filled with
activity. In a quiet way, though, he's the most radical man in Moscow–a person
untouched by the revolution. Because the Bolsheviks need the Metropol–it's
their glitzy showcase for outsiders–Rostov is there to charm them all: his
poet friend Mishka, an American traveler who might be a businessman or a spy,
apparatchiks, foreign dignitaries…. Two are special: precocious nine-year-old
Nina and cynical actress Anna Urbanova. Nina grows to be a dear friend and Anna
something more. Decades later, Rostov becomes the unlikely surrogate father to Nina's
daughter Sofia, when Nina follows her husband into Siberian exile.
Rostov might also be the luckiest man in Moscow. The novel
covers the years in which Josef Stalin was in power, a time in which the
Bolshevik promise became a Solzhenitsyn nightmare. The count survives by
behaving as if the Bolsheviks were more of a faux pas than a social revolution.
Rostov neither denounces nor praises them—he simply continues to be himself,
even when he is forced to become a waiter in the very restaurant in which he once
dined. But even the apparatchiks like him, as does a powerful Communist Party
official. In fact, it seems his only enemy is former waiter whom he
unintentionally embarrassed by suggesting he serve a more appropriate wine to a
table of dignitaries. Alas, this man becomes an officious political climber.
This is a long novel about a man who stays put, but it moves
more crisply than you might imagine. Although sections of it are a tad
overwrought, the last third of the novel hurtles toward an enormously
satisfying denouement, and the book concludes on a beautifully heartwarming
note. How often have we heard the aphorism, "Be yourself?" How
faithful are you to your self-identity? How do you know what is truly valuable?
Towles dares to ask a deeper question still: To what would you cling if some
external force robbed you of everything else?
Rob Weir
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