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Go Ahead and Strain Credulity: The Betrayers by David Bezmozgis

May 11, 2015 By GBAdmin

In a recent review of The Betrayers, a novel by David Bezmozgis, the reviewer in the LA Times (September 18, 2014) criticizes the book for straining credulity. Of all the rented rooms in all of the small towns of the world, the Russian Israeli protagonist, Baruch Kotler, ends up in a room that is owned by the man who betrayed him to the KGB, Vladimir Tankilevich, the very man responsible for sending him to the Gulag for thirteen years. How plausible is that, the reviewer asks? Implausible. As Kotler’s mistress says to him, ‘The odds of … ending up a boarder in his house, are almost nil.”

Of course, the Yalta encounter between Kotler and Tankilevich is not a chance encounter. Bezmozgis consciously designs the meeting of these old enemies as a bashert moment, to borrow a Yiddish expression. It’s meant to be. Why else would the famed Kotler, who bears some resemblance to the prominent Russian-born refusenik Natan Sharansky, flee a fast-breaking scandal in Israel and seek cover in the Crimea? “If there is a Russian Jew in the world who doesn’t know who you are,” his mistress admonishes him, “I haven’t met him.”

Nevertheless, Kotler is determined to confront his Russian past. ”Call it curiosity. Call it instinct,” Kotler tells his mistress. “And I am a man who has followed his instincts.” To his credit, Bezmozgis makes no effort to hide the literary contrivance at work here. Instead, he uses it to his advantage to develop the personality of Kotler.

But if you are a reader that is swayed by the vagaries of history, then savour the way Bezmozgis depicts the Russian Jewish community of Simferopol, a town not far from Yalta in the Crimea. Every Saturday Tankilevich takes the trolleybus to Simferopol to go to synagogue because ten men are often not available to make a minyan or quorum required for Shabbat services. And when one Jew dies, there’s nobody to replace him. Moreover, the dwindling number of men who pray at the synagogue on Saturday mornings cannot read from the Torah scrolls. They’ve had no training. Only a lingering sense of piety or obligation leads these disheartened Jews to unlatch the ark and reveal the scrolls at all. Just once a year on Simchas Torah do they actually remove the scrolls from the ark, open a bottle of vodka and dance with the Torah on their shoulders. Bezmozgis spares no detail in illuminating the tragicomic fate of the poor Russian Jews of Simferopol: Nahum Ziskin, Moshe Podolsky, Isidor Feldman. His mission is to rescue these menu peuple, the small folk, before they slip through the cracks of history. By giving them names, he succeeds.

So what if the structure of The Betrayers strains credulity? The cameo appearance of the   Russian Jews in Simferopol is alive with actuality.

Filed Under: Reviews, Writing

Fictional Orphans: On Reading Orphan Train

December 22, 2014 By GBAdmin

Orphan TrainI found the novel Orphan Train sitting on the Staff Pick shelf in my local branch of the Toronto Public Library. I had never heard of this title, nor read other works by the author, Christina Baker Kline. Yet, something lifted my arm and forced my hand to grip the book. Yes, yes, call me sappy. I’m a sucker for orphan stories. But isn’t everyone? Judging by the vast number of popular novels featuring orphans, including The Secret Garden, Anne of Green Gables, Tom Sawyer, Oliver Twist and most recently, the Harry Potter series, I sense that many writers and readers are as attracted to fictional orphans as I am. But what do we talk about when we talk about orphans in literature? Orphan Train, while not in the upper echelons of orphan lit, may provide some clues.

Orphan Train weaves a multi-layered story around a neglected, but significant moment in American history. Between 1854 and 1929, more than two hundred thousand orphaned, abandoned, and homeless children — typically first generation Irish, Italian and Polish immigrants — were transported by train from coastal cities of the eastern United States to the Midwest. As is often the case, the founder of the program believed he was saving helpless children from the depravity and poverty associated with urban dwelling at the time. His plan for the so-called adoption of these children by Midwestern Christian families turned out to be, in most instances, nothing more than indentured servitude. Kline’s novel features a ninety-one year old survivor of the program. Vivian Daly’s experience as an orphan-train rider unfolds while revealing her hidden past to Molly Ayer, a Penobscot Indian teenager living in foster care with a different family. Molly is fulfilling her community service hours by helping Vivian clean her attic. The narrative alternates between the stories of these two very different women, both orphans, who build an unexpected friendship.

It is easy to dismiss the contrived plot of Orphan Train and the forced connection between Vivian and Molly. The gaps in their age and culture would seem to make any relationship between the two women highly unlikely. Yet, their shared orphan identity creates a strong thematic bond that overrides the novel’s obvious contrivances. The more Molly assists Vivian to sort through her possessions and the memories associated with these secret objects, the more she discovers the parallels in their lives. As a Penobscot Indian, Molly is an outsider being raised by strangers in foster care, just as Vivian once was. Both women are characters out of place, compelled to make a home for themselves in alien families.

In literature, however, these two women are not aliens at all. Indeed, they are right at home, cut from the same cloth as other beloved orphans, such as Cinderella, Heidi, Jane Eyre and Anne Shirley. In Orphan Train, the author takes the traditional literary trope of the orphan protagonist and tweaks it by making Molly unappealingly Goth and not particularly virtuous. Little Goody Two-Shoes — another famous orphan in fiction — Molly is not. Her hair is dyed jet-black, accented with purple or white streaks. And she steals. Okay the stolen booty just happens to be a tattered copy of Jane Eyre from the town library. How bad (and ironic) is that? Still, Molly and Vivian are essentially novelistic characters, set loose from the established conventions of family life, always in search of some sort of closure. As Kazuo Ishiguro notes in his novel, When We Were Orphans, “For those like us, our fate is to face the world like orphans, chasing through long years the shadows of vanished parents.”

What interests me most in Orphan Train is not the resilience which Vivian and Molly demonstrate. Most novels about orphans are narratives of second chances. But more significantly, there’s is a real social history behind these fictional orphans. Time and place do matter. And for orphans, context is everything. They are uprooted individuals who must interact with an unknown, yet precisely defined set of circumstances to survive. When we talk about orphans in literature, we are talking about their interaction with new spaces that will shape them, perhaps even define them, like laboratories of tomorrow.

 

Filed Under: Writing

This Changes Everything: Running for the Cure

October 22, 2014 By GBAdmin

What’s on my bucket list of 101 things I want to do before I die? Write a comedy. Yes. Play the harp. Maybe. Run a race. Never in a million years. Even when I signed up for a Learn to Run program recently, I had no intention of participating in the race event concluding the ten-week program.

“Not interested in running a race,” I said to my instructor on the first Monday night. “I totally don’t care about how far or fast I can run. And I hate competition.”

“Okay,” she said without a trace of reproach. She tugged on her white baseball cap to shield her eyes from the glare of the setting sun.

“I just want to be able run. You know, in case I ever need to,” I told her.

“Are you expecting to need to?” she asked, fastening a small water bottle on her wrist, one of those new-age sports gadgets I’d never seen before. She pressed the start button on her stopwatch programmed for one minute intervals. “And we’re running,” she announced to the group.

Over the next two months, the run times increased by one minute per week. As my endurance level improved, I felt those rigid mental blocks formed in childhood shifting, like tectonic plates preparing to erupt. My legs no longer seemed like wooden beams banging against the pavement. Soon participating in the CIBC Run for the Cure with the other novice runners in my group seemed possible. And then, on a Sunday morning in early October, as the orange-yellow leaves fluttered to the ground, I found myself lining up with thousands of others to run a 5k race. (Read about my race day experience at Inanna Publications Blog)

How did I get there? I hadn’t given the process much thought. In fact, during the training sessions I wasn’t thinking about anything more than running to the next stop sign or counting the For Sale signs on the lawns of the upscale homes we passed. Yet, whether I knew it or not, a change process was underway. The Running Room supplied a strategy that avoided the grueling intensity of the extreme fitness trend and provided an instructor who functioned more as a cheerleader than a drill sergeant. She neither goaded us into submission, nor barked orders from behind.

What Makes Olga Run“Three minutes left,” she called out. “Almost there.”

“Thank you, Andrea,” we puffed in response.

Every journey needs a book. As the author Ann Quindlen once wrote: “Books are the plane, and the train, and the road.” On my running journey, What Makes Olga Run, was the book that took me from nowhere to home. Olga in the book title is the accomplished Canadian athlete Olga Kotelko, who began her track and field career in her late seventies. She was competing in the long jump, shot put, javelin throw and sprints into her eighties and nineties. When she died at ninety-five years old, Olga held twenty-six world records in her age category. Her secret: a life of moderation, exercise and a positive attitude. “I choose,” she said in an interview, “not to let the dark stuff have a negative effect on me.”

To complete the 5k Run for the Cure, I borrowed Olga’s determination. Somehow I don’t think she’d mind if I keep it.

Filed Under: Running, Writing Tagged With: Gail Benick, Inanna Publications, Run for the Cure, What Makes Olga Run

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