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Coming of age in late twentieth century/early twenty-first century Russia is the subject of expatriate journalist Mozgovoy’s début novel, which, based on the author’s fascinating bio, could be classified as a fictionalized memoir. Rich in details about the country’s turbulent and contradictory history over the past century, the book is timely for the American public while many of us struggle to understand the reasons for Russia’s 2022 invasion of Ukraine and the very nature of the Russian state and its people. Mozgovoy offers an extraordinary first-person account of life for average Russian citizens as well as the specific plight of LGBTQ+ individuals, and what he has to say is bold, harrowing, and damning.
Like the author, the narrator of the story, Alexey, was born in a remote, industrialized town in Siberia in the mid 1980s. We meet Alexy as a young boy, just a few years prior to perestroika and the ensuing dissolution of the U.S.S.R.. His vibrant rendering of his hometown and the period sweeps you off your feet. For the American lay reader, Siberia evokes images, gleaned from popular culture and perhaps clichés, but to read Mozgovoy’s passages is to see and, against one’s hopeful inclinations, to believe. In Alexey’s subarctic town of Taiga, winter lasts for half the year. For much of the season, the sun rises at ten in the morning and sets before five o’clock in the afternoon. Alexey must hike each day through snow drifts, in the dark, in -40 Celsius temperatures, to make his way to school. It’s a mile-long journey in each direction. The climate alone is overwhelming, and then we’re introduced to the boy’s sadistic teachers and classmates.
One is quickly aware that this is going to be a story of hardship and struggle, yet I found myself unprepared for the dimensions of that motif. In the tradition of classic Russian authors, Mozgovoy writes with such evocative detail, locations are like characters in and of themselves, and they are bleak, hopeless and hardened, exploited by the cruelty of a centuries-long succession of authoritarian rule, just as the Russian people have been.
Taiga is by design unremarkable. Its concrete apartment houses were built to transplant workers to the town’s factories, and they are so plain and identical, young Alexey has trouble finding his way home. In any given month, those workers, including Alexey’s parents, may or may not get paid for their labor due to the dysfunctional government-run economy. As a result, organized crime and alcoholism are rampant (and supported by corrupt law enforcement), and no one truly believes in the possibility of self-improvement. Yet, with all the discontents of Alexey’s working-class peers and their families, they have it better than the ethnic natives who live in dirt huts in the marshy
slums, abutting a barely disguised mass burial ground that was a prison camp during Stalin’s Great Purge of middle-class “enemies of the state.”
The fact that this is a story about real life people makes Mozgovoy’s novel more horrifying than any post-apocalyptic dystopia a science fiction writer could come up with.
There are slender rays of sunlight in Alexey’s world, most significantly when he spends the summer with his babushka in her farming village. Isolated from industrialization (at least for a time), his babushka gets all she needs from the land, and she’s generous and loving and eternally optimistic. Perhaps through a combination of shared nature and her abundant nurture, Alexey wants to believe the best of the world even as he’s harangued and shunned by peers and his own father due to his ‘effeminate’ looks and interests in ballet and poetry. Scalding disillusionment awaits him as he develops as a gay adolescent in a society where violence against LGBTQ+ people is a principal outlet for the emotional toll of systematic deprivation.
Mozgovoy writes that bringing attention to the terrors inflicted on queer people in Russia was his goal in publishing Spring in Siberia (and a forthcoming follow up novel about Alexey’s life after escaping to Western Europe). In that, he has achieved a much-needed spotlight on a human rights atrocity. The life choices for boys like him are suicide, heroin addiction, or risking illegal immigration, if one has the means.
I would argue that the author has accomplished even more than a portrait of queer struggle. Through Alexey’s story, he illuminates the complex histories of the Russian state, entwined as they are in the persecution of sexual minorities, yet vaster, seemingly impenetrable, a monster that eats its own young. What Mozgovoy presents is a repeated cycle of governance by deception and brutality from the Tzarist era to the false promises of socialist revolution to Stalin and his autocratic successors all the way to Putin, who Mozgovoy indicts as the enabler of the country’s vicious homophobic turn. To be honest, in spite of all the historical references, one feels that it is still incomprehensible, which is probably precisely what the author set out to accomplish.
A remarkable work that is both a poignant story of queer coming-of-age and a breathtaking history of modern Russia.
Reviewed by Andrew J. Peters
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