Dude all I do lately is cry at books + the baby monkey on Tiktok named 'Punch'
I'm not sure exactly what re-lit the spark for Turgenev, but I can't get enough of these short stories. Writing style captures a lot of the philosophies and social truths that you'd see from Dostoevsky or Tolstoy without the sprawling timeline and prolonged tensions.
You get the emotional depth without a lot of the exhaustion that comes with 1300 pages of a novel. His short-stories are more about emotional observation and moral ambiguity. There's a saying: "we don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." This feels like the anchor of his writing.
And of course, it wouldn't be a Russian story without the voluptuous melancholy we associate with the canon. In these stories, the characters' inner narratives shape their fate- tragically so. He exposes by quietly showing, not telling, their psychological details as you watch it escalate into tragedy.
1) THE JEW
Ok I cried really hard at this story. Takes place in 1800s, a time where Jewish communities were marginalized socially and economically. Many Jewish men, with no other means to support their families, found economic survival by following army camps and selling essential services like laundry or small-scale lending. This was incredibly risky and underscored the hostile nature of their social circumstances, and the vulnerability that comes with exposure to violence and persecution.
Two main characters: a Russian military officer and a Jewish man named Girshel. Girshel occupies that liminal space I just described. The two meet when he approaches the officer asking if he can be of service in any way. The officer performatively rejects Girshel for being Jewish, but doesn't actually seem to be bothered by him. Girshel realizes that the officer had a crush on a young woman named Sara and offers to get the officer some private time with her for a price. First, Turgenev makes him seems like a creepy, gimlet-eyed, money-minded man for trying to profit at her expense. But your perspective of him shifts when he refuses to fully leave the tent when Sara is alone with the officer. Turns out Sara is his daughter. Their family's position could not be more desperate so he will leverage Sara's beauty but never allows her out of his sight or to be exploited 3. He is eventually stopped by a different officer who searches his belongings and accuses him of being a spy since he had a hand-drawn map of the camp in his coat. This is where Turgenev lets you decide if you think he is actually a spy, or if he just drew a map for basic orientation. He is hanged for this and his daughter is present the entire time.
I can't describe his death b/c it's so unsettling. The hanging isn't even the worst part; it's the mockery of his desperation and fear of leaving behind his wife and daughter. "We all could not help smiling, though it was intensely horrible to us, too. The poor wretch was half-dead with terror."
Violence becomes bureaucratic. Suspicion is irredeemable. And so he is hanged, his daughter watches & curses them for being bloodthirsty dogs, and when his wife comes to collect his clothing, they toss her a few dollars instead. The language Turgenev uses is deliberately sharp to bring attention to the common perception and narrative of Jewish people in Russia at the time. And by the end of the story, you have no clarity on whether he was a spy or if he was just a loving dad with no other way to support his family. You get to decide for yourself based on who you are and where your mind/heart lie. Ok I'm done writing about this one bc I'll start crying again. If there is one thing I hate, it's collective moral distancing---especially when interpretation is already so so fragile 3.
2) THE UNHAPPY GIRL
This one hit too close to home, so I can't get too detailed but I don't think I cried as much. Susanna is a woman in the 1800s navigating rigid and unforgiving social demands. She lives in a deeper psychological reality than her environment allows her to express. Though she is still heavily eroticized by the men around her, while simultaneously being targeted by them to aggressively push her into submission. The central male figure connects with her emotionally, but is a bit shallow. He's fascinated by her inner world/intensity but doesn't quite connect with it. The other male figures romanticize her sadness and project onto her. This misalignment/gap isn't exposed until they read the manuscript she wrote before dying by su1cide.
As with any su1cide, there's no easy person to blame, but there's no one who made a positive difference either. I imagine she'd have been calmer/safer if her environment allowed her to just be left alone--- because intense people don't feel lonely when they're alone. Solitude is chosen, grounding, and clarifying. But feeling isolated in company is suffocating and profoundly destabilizing. I imagine she felt misread, trivialized, mismatched, surrounded but unseen-- all through interactions that she didn't really want in the first place. This kind of social dissonance feels worse. But even with that... her manuscript still suggests that she wanted a connection, but the right kind of connection.
The men/suitors in her life read her manuscript after she dies and they realize that she was aestheticized when she was alive, and understood only after she was gone. Can't help but wonder what could've been different if she just gave the manuscript to Fustov while she was alive...Once again, we see things as we are, not as they are. (Honestly at least they read it lol <3 )
There are three more stories, The Duellist, The Portraits, and Enough: A Fragment from the Notebook of a Dead Artist. I'm not going to review the rest of them but my favorites of these in order were The Duellist, Enough, followed by The Portraits.
The Duellist is like the male version of The Unhappy Girl. Sweet, emotionally literate man is a victim of the rigid male social codes in Russia at the time (resolving basic conflict by fighting to death (See Alexander Pushkin's death). To cope with the situation, he romanticizes the girl he's crushing on and tries to think of their secure future together once he wins. But this is all projection. And he doesn't win. He dies. And the girl was honestly just someone he was fond of, but he was forced to take it more seriously than he would have otherwise. What might've remained a fleeting crush escalates due to pride, honor culture, and masculine performance.
He didn't see things as they were, he saw them as he was.