First review of 2021! And it even has some spice in it!🔥
You know what's more depressing than living in the neoliberal hellhole that is our present? Reading about the hopes and dreams of people who lived in the early 1900s. Things were still shit back then but at least they had a vision for something better.
You know what's even more depressing than that? Knowing that the hardship and toil that so many of these people went through in pursuit of a better world amounted to little more than giving their oppressors yet another tool to thwart any efforts of their spiritual successors to do the same. We are still fighting, only we are doing so from an even worse position than before because of the burden of our past failure.
To me, this is the most important Finnish book of the early 20th century, not only because of the censorship that prevented it from getting published until the 50s but because of the frankly spurious accounts that plague it to this day (I wonder why). Actual literary professionals of today would have you believe that Pate Teikka is "an undecided", "a skeptic". He's not a Marxist, he's just an impossible man who can't be pleased, much like "a person who gets addicted to plastic surgery"
(this is an actual quote from a person who was interview by the state media about this book). This is comparable to the way the right has claimed Orwell's 1984 as their own, a shameless grift that doesn't just spit in the face of the author's legacy but also underlines the conservatives' utter lack of political understanding (and reading comprehension). Not only is Pate Teikka a socialist, he's also an idealist. There are many occasions in which he is offered a chance at a comfortable life but he rejects it, not because it's not good enough for him but because it's not good enough for others whose lives and labor it would take to make that comfort possible.
If you're wondering why I insist on bringing politics into this, it's because this is an unapologetically Marxist book. There are whole conversations that gravitate around the writings of Marx and Engels, which makes me fear this book might have a hard time convincing anyone who is not already a socialist. It might even cause them to abandon it completely. This is a shame since this book is absolutely replete with poetic insight and poignant observation. The author's anger and frustration resonated deeply with my own, so much so that I had to put the book down several times (hence why it took me so long to finish). The closer I got to the end, however, the more I managed to let go of my sense of historical grievance and simply appreciate the fact that books like this exist in the first place. It makes me sad to think Haanpää never got to see his creation reach the public, but I hope he shared my idea that, in the end, the truth will always come out.