A. Anatoli Kuznetsov





A. Anatoli Kuznetsov

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born
in Kiev, Soviet Union
August 18, 1929

died
June 13, 1979

gender
male

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Biography taken from: THE DEFECTION OF ANATOLY KUZNETSOV
By Prof. Yury SHAPOVAL, Ph.D.

In the 1960s the writer Anatoly V. Kuznetsov was touted as the Soviet Union’s most brilliant, talented, and progressive writers, the founding father of so- called confessional prose. His novella, “The Mime Actor,” published in a 1968 issue of the magazine Novy Mir [New World], was equated with Gogol’s “The Overcoat” and Dostoyevsky’s Poor Folk. Kuznetsov’s books had huge press runs; they were translated into many languages and adapted for theater and television.

All this ended abruptly when politics, which Kuznetsov hated so much, intruded into his life. His decision not to return from abroad for political considerations was the main reason why he never re...more


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“That there is in this world neither brains, nor goodness, nor good sense, but only brute force. Bloodshed. Starvation. Death. That there was not the slightest hope not even a glimmer of hope, of justice being done. It would never happen. No one would ever do it. The world was just one big Babi Yar. And there two great forces had come up against each other and were striking against each other like hammer and anvil, and the wretched people were in between, with no way out; each individual wanted only to live and not be maltreated, to have something to eat, and yet they howled and screamed and in their fear they were grabbing at each other’s throats, while I, little blob of watery jelly, was sitting in the midst of this dark world. Why? What for? Who had done it all? There was nothing, after all, to hope for! Winter. Night.”
A. Anatoli Kuznetsov, Babi Yar: A Document in the Form of a Novel; New, Complete, Uncensored Version

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