sneon 19 jannewaris 2002
Martin Amis reviews
‘ Voices of Revolution, 1917 is a formidably boring book – which is itself of some interest, given the desperate fascination of the historical moment. ‘
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Citizens! Like a venerable oak standing in the middle of the forest, the giant Putilov factory stands in the middle of state industry, making the earth quake with the heavy blows of its hammers. From all ends of Russia, workers have come to work in it, and while they are working they think thoughts: to the whistle of the saw, the screech of the drive belts, the dispiriting sight of the gun carriages and cannons, gloomy thoughts creep into your mind. In work as hard as prison labor, the mothers and fathers who gave us birth die, and we too are dying right here: in despairing alienation from the joys we envy, from the wealth and culture that is enjoyed not far from us – separated only by a fat monument, the old Narva Gates – by the rich, “educated” minority.
skreau lieuwe, op sneon 19 jannewaris 2002 op 12:39