I set about reading this book in order to gain a greater understanding of the political setting and context of The Silver Bone, the book I finished prior to this one. Whilst Service’s writing is objectively stellar and does well to frame the wider political movements through the lens of several diarist’s throughout, I feel as if I may have bit off more than I can chew.
This is one of those books that I cannot help but rate on what it sets out to achieve rather than necessarily how I feel. In truth, I had to take a break from the book for about a month before finishing it whilst on holiday, not my usual light read in the sun, I will say. In what was a very busy period of my life, the heavy content and complex political structures in 1910’s Russia got on top of me, but as I say, this is not a reflection of the excellent writing.
Blood on the Snow flows excellently between the Tsarist years of 1914 through to Nicholas II’s abdication in 1917, through the February and October Revolutions, through to the death of Lenin in 1924, without ever feeling like a linear documentary of exclusively major events. It delves into the ever-changing landscape of the Orthodox Church, life on the front lines in the First World War and the Civil war off the back of that, as well as the views of poets, soldiers and peasants throughout.
Overall I cannot rate the book highly enough, and for anyone with an appetite for learning about the sordid past of this still complex and convoluted country, it’s a must read.