Hope Against Hope (ISBN 0689103719)

Amazon.com Review:
Nadezhda means "hope" in Russian. And Nadezhda Mandelstam, wife of Osip Mandelstam, one of the greatest Russian poets of the 20th century, is aptly named, for it is hope alone that seems to have buoyed her strength during very trying times. In this, the first of two volumes of her memoirs, she offers a harrowing account of the last four years she spent with her late husband. She re-creates in terse, stripped-to-the-bone sentences the atmosphere of intense paranoia that enveloped Russia's literary intelligentsia. In 1933, Osip had written a lighthearted satire ridiculing Stalin. It proved to be a 16-line death sentence. Nadezhda recalls the night the secret police came for him: "There was a sharp, unbearably explicit knock on the door. 'They've come for Osip,' I said." He was arrested, interrogated, exiled, and eventually rearrested. Nadezhda chronicles each turn of event, describing her feelings of heartbreak and joy with self-effacing discipline. Not only does Mandelstam write with the vitality and insight of the classic Russian novelists, she is far too selfless to write an account of her own travails. Instead, she acts as witness to a society's. Similarly, although Osip's mind became unbalanced by his ordeal in prison, his spirit remained unbroken; it is this liberating, imaginative force that Nadezhda celebrates in Hope Against Hope. --Lilian Pizzichini, Amazon.co.uk

The world was not worthy of the Mandelstams:
Only a process that is very beautiful and very terrible could produce this book: the anguish of two human souls being tormented by a cruel, fiendishly clever, and virtually all-powerful State determined to murder both the body and soul of its victims. Whether we deserve to benefit as readers from the terrible tempering endured by the poet Osip Mandelstam and his widow Nadezhda Mandelstam is a matter that can be easily determined: we do not deserve it. We are not worthy of the Mandelstams. They belong to a very select group of all the human beings who have ever lived, most of whom we will never know. Thanks to her memoir, we do know Nadezhda and Osip. If Osip's great characteristic was his commitment to truth, Nadezhda's was her endurance (if this sounds dismissive recall that the New Testament repeatedly includes endurance as one of a short list of authentic signs of the divine Spirit). Her personal survival made possible the survival of (most) of Osip's poetry, and of the story of their lives, preserved in this unique memoir. Wordsworth defined poetry as "emotion recollected in tranquility", and this memoir has something deeper than tranquility to it, a profound serenity, a luminous sadness, a fusion of love and truth which is the pivot on which human history revolves. It is clear from reading this book that Osip was one those described in the 11th chapter of Hebrews as those "of whom the world was not worthy". What better way to understand the industrial scale barbarisms of the twentieth century than to read about how they were observed and interpreted through the sensibilities of great poets and writers? Perhaps because of the relative brevity of the "Thousand Year Reich", we have had far more accounts from Hitler's victims than from Lenin and Stalin's victims. But the ones that did survive from the Soviet Union, not just HOPE AGAINST HOPE but works by Ginzburg, Brodsky, and Solzhenitsyn, are testaments of the human spirit of the same order as those written by witnesses to the Holocaust. But the significance of HOPE AGAINST HOPE is not primarily its historical account of the Stalinist system, but its depiction of cosmic injustice and the possibility--even in the worst circumstances--for some kind of ultimate triumph of truth and integrity and decency and love. I doubt that a person picking up this book on a whim will read it through, unless, without knowing it, they have been preparing themselves for years to understand what Osip and Nadezhda have to tell us about ourselves and about the human potential for choosing truth and for acting with moral courage. That was true for me. I bought this book twenty years ago, and although I started it a couple of times, I have only just read it after all that time it has been on my shelves. Paradoxically, although it's a life-changing book, perhaps one's life has to have already changed, or begun to change, before one can engage with it. There is so much to reflect on in HOPE AGAINST HOPE. It is clear, for example, that although he died at the age of 46 in one of Stalin's camps, Osip was spiritually far advanced of the level achieved by Nadezhda herself in old age as she writes this memoir. She faithfully reports her long-dead husband's remarks and opinions without, in many cases, quite understanding them. This is to be expected: what is anybody to make of an observation such as the following: "Although (Osip) did not seek happiness, he described everything he valued in terms of pleasure and play: 'Thanks to the wonderful bounty of Christianity, the whole of our two-thousand-year-old culture is the setting of the world free for play, for spiritual pleasure, for the free imitation of Christ.'"? (page 267) One last comment about HOPE AGAINST HOPE is the perspective it provides for reading and evaluating other books on the period. HOPE AGAINST HOPE is an almost Biblically rigorous metric for ethical and moral decision. Stimulated by this memoir, I've been reading or re-reading LIFE AND FATE, Bulgakov's diaries and letters collected as MANUSCRIPTS DON'T BURN, Bulgakov's novel THE MASTER AND MARGARITA, Schklovsky's THEORY OF PROSE, Montefiore's YOUNG STALIN, and a fascinating biography by Tom Reiss of the early Stalin biographer Essad Bay, who was actually a Jewish resident of Baku named Lev Nussenbaim. All of these books read differently in the pure light of HOPE AGAINST HOPE; behaviour and poses which seem plausible and even praiseworthy simply look inadequate against the standard set by the Mandelstams. Everything, everybody, looks inadequate.

One of the Best, Ever:
This is a beautiful tribute to a harassed, brutalized and, finally, murdered poet, who died along with so many in the meat grinder of the Soviet killing machine. That his beloved wife guarded and watched over his meager output is a tribute to their marriage as well as a mark of the artistic community, the Soul of the Russian people, and the belief one may have in miracles. Above and beyond all else it is a tribute to this brave woman's will to live and to save the memory of her talented, if naive, husband. It is a curious irony of history that the Soviet system that destroyed him made him the poet that he came to be. Although as aesthete, part of the elite intelligentsia celebrated in St. Petersburg for their allegiance to aesthetics over politics, thus attracting the scorn of Gorky and other loyal Bolsheviks, Stalin and the goons of the terror turned Mandelstam into a poet of the people. He found his voice in denouncing Stalin. Their harassment and persecution, the hardships and degradation had the affect of turning this refined gentlemen into a beast with a harsh growl. The people heard and recognized themselves in his poetry.

heartbreaking, ultimately heartwarming too:
This is a Must read if you are interested in the artisitic community , in Russia whose endurance was un imaginable during these times.. This is also a love story. Very much so. Surprisingly, not without humour & astonishing testament of friendship. Their creativity, miraculous amidst so much strife. Here is a witness, hers One of the truly important and fascinating memoirs of the 20th century You won't be bored but maybe amazed......

Inside the Stalin Whirlwind:
No book does a better job of showing what life was like inside the whirlwind that was Stalinist Russia. No job does a better job of showing how a brutal totalitarian state can crush and chew up and digest an artist who - but not touch his talent or his "soul," or erase his memory in the minds of those who care about great art. But "Hope Against Hope" is also a story of love so strong that starvation and torture and Siberian concentration camps can't destroy it. And it's the story of how poetry, like a virus, survives inside our bodies. And it's a story of how our friends can save us from despair and malnutrition. And it's a thousand and one stories besides all that.

If you only read one book about life under Stalin:
Nadezhda Mandelstam's haunting memoir describes life with her exiled poet husband during the 1920s and 1930s in the Soviet Union, as the noose of the government gradually tightened around the intelligentsia and culminated in the years of the Great Terror, when no one was safe. She and her husband were reduced to begging and tramping from one town to another, knowing that there would be no escape for him. Her memoir is full of keen insights and above all, love for her husband and his poetry. While many people lived through those years with a dimly growing awareness of what was happening, the Mandelstams saw it all very clearly and understood exactly what it meant from the beginning. As she notes, "We lived among people who vanished into exile, labor camps or the other world, and also among those who sent them there." Joseph Brodsky, a Nobel Prize winner, went to meet Nadezhda Mandelstam at the end of her long life and wrote that she sat in a dark corner of her kitchen, "The shadow so deep that the only things one could make out were the faint flicker of her cigarette and the two piercing eyes. . . . She looked like a remnant of a huge fire, like a small ember that burns if you touch it." A huge fire, indeed.