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Motherland: A Feminist History of Modern Russia, from Revolution to Autocracy
Award-winning journalist Julia Ioffe tells the story of modern Russia through the history of its women, from revolution to utopia to autocracy.
In 1990, seven-year-old Julia Ioffe and her family fled the Soviet Union. Nearly twenty years later, Ioffe returned to Moscow—only to discover just how much Russian society had changed while she had been living in America. The Soviet women she had known growing up—doctors, engineers, scientists—had seemingly been replaced with women desperate to marry rich and become stay-at-home moms. How had Russia gone from portraying itself as the vanguard of world feminism to the last bastion of conservative Christian values?
In Motherland, Ioffe turns modern Russian history on its head, telling it exclusively through the stories of its women. From her own physician great-grandmothers to Lenin’s lover, a feminist revolutionary; from the hundreds of thousands of Soviet girls who fought in World War II to the millions of single mothers who rebuilt and repopulated a devastated country; from the members of Pussy Riot to Yulia Navalnaya, wife of opposition leader Alexei Navalny, she chronicles one of the most audacious social experiments in history and how it failed the very women it was meant to liberate—and documents how that failure paved the way to the revanche of Vladimir Putin.
Part memoir, part journalistic exploration, part history, Motherland paints a portrait of modern Russia through the women who shaped it. With deep emotion, Ioffe shows what it means to live through the cataclysms of revolution, war, idealism, and heartbreak—and reveals how the story of Russia today is inextricably tied to the history of its women.
In 1990, seven-year-old Julia Ioffe and her family fled the Soviet Union. Nearly twenty years later, Ioffe returned to Moscow—only to discover just how much Russian society had changed while she had been living in America. The Soviet women she had known growing up—doctors, engineers, scientists—had seemingly been replaced with women desperate to marry rich and become stay-at-home moms. How had Russia gone from portraying itself as the vanguard of world feminism to the last bastion of conservative Christian values?
In Motherland, Ioffe turns modern Russian history on its head, telling it exclusively through the stories of its women. From her own physician great-grandmothers to Lenin’s lover, a feminist revolutionary; from the hundreds of thousands of Soviet girls who fought in World War II to the millions of single mothers who rebuilt and repopulated a devastated country; from the members of Pussy Riot to Yulia Navalnaya, wife of opposition leader Alexei Navalny, she chronicles one of the most audacious social experiments in history and how it failed the very women it was meant to liberate—and documents how that failure paved the way to the revanche of Vladimir Putin.
Part memoir, part journalistic exploration, part history, Motherland paints a portrait of modern Russia through the women who shaped it. With deep emotion, Ioffe shows what it means to live through the cataclysms of revolution, war, idealism, and heartbreak—and reveals how the story of Russia today is inextricably tied to the history of its women.
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First published October 21, 2025
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October 16, 2025
Wow, Julia Ioffe has done what many historians fail to do, and that is tell a compelling and thoughtful history whilst maintaining and providing a high level of information and keeping the reader engaged.
This is by no means a quick read but the fact that I had to take more time to sit with it and digest it, adds to what it is I am able to take away from this book. Not only does Ioffe present the reader with a detailed history of what made modern Russia, they use personal memoir to make the book even more accessible.
I really love that, Ioffe highlights the fact that we can add women back into history, who are seemingly ordinary women and it still shed light onto the enormous impact women have had on history whilst often being written out of it. Not every feminist history has to be one of an extraordinary woman.
This is by no means a quick read but the fact that I had to take more time to sit with it and digest it, adds to what it is I am able to take away from this book. Not only does Ioffe present the reader with a detailed history of what made modern Russia, they use personal memoir to make the book even more accessible.
I really love that, Ioffe highlights the fact that we can add women back into history, who are seemingly ordinary women and it still shed light onto the enormous impact women have had on history whilst often being written out of it. Not every feminist history has to be one of an extraordinary woman.
November 9, 2025
The tragedy that is Russia
It was around 2012 that I discovered The New Republic through the miracle of RSS. TNR at that time was an extraordinary bouquet of talented journalists. Julia Ioffe was one of them. She was always clear, a pleasure to read, and insightful, especially concerning Russia. TNR imploded in 2014 and those writers scattered to the four winds. I mostly lost track of Ioffe at that point, although she continued to pop up in occasional bits of drive-by free-lance journalism, such as this article in GQ: Now We All Know What Putin Has on Trump. It was so clear and obvious an insight as to make me wonder why I had never seen it for myself. (In my defense, no one other than Ioffe did, either.) She eventually found a home at Puck, but the volume of her journalistic output is low.
I know the reason, now, or part of it: she's been writing Motherland: A Feminist History of Modern Russia, from Revolution to Autocracy, an extraordinary history and memoire of Russia in the 20th and early 21st centuries.
I have a bone to pick with the subtitle. Ioffe makes clear that because of the divergent history of women in Russia and America, the word "feminist" has entirely different meanings in the two nations. Motherland is not a feminist history, in the sense that the word is usually used in the West. It would have been clearer and more accurate to call it "A history of Russia seen through the eyes of its women."
Ioffe is a Russian-born Jew, Her family moved to the USA in 1990, when she was seven years old. She moved back to Moscow from 2009-2012, where she worked as a reporter, covering (among other things) Pussy Riot and the Navalnys.
Motherland begins with family trees showing four generations of Ioffe's ancestors, Russian Jews all*. The narrative (carefully sourced and documented) tells the story of Russia from the early days of the Bolshevik revolution through Putin's Russia. The story is told almost entirely by telling the stories of women: Ioffe's ancestors, and other women who led the nation.
It's a bleak tale. Russia has treated its women badly, and it's treated its Jews badly, and historically it's been an extraordinarily awful place to be a Jewish woman. Russia was always ready to allow its women those parts of feminism that involved suffering for the Fatherland and its men. Russian women fought in the Great Patriotic War (what we call World War II) and worked full-time jobs from the early days and still do any job that doesn't put them in charge of things. But don't run away with the idea that Russian men live good lives. Ioffe makes it clear that the suffering inflicted on womankind redounds in different and sometimes even worse ways on its men.
Motherland reads like a novel. It's a dramatic and exciting story, if an extraordinarily bleak one. Ioffe writes so well. Here is one of the many passages I highlighted.
*I am always bemused by authors who can do this. Our greatest president, Abraham Lincoln, wrote
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It was around 2012 that I discovered The New Republic through the miracle of RSS. TNR at that time was an extraordinary bouquet of talented journalists. Julia Ioffe was one of them. She was always clear, a pleasure to read, and insightful, especially concerning Russia. TNR imploded in 2014 and those writers scattered to the four winds. I mostly lost track of Ioffe at that point, although she continued to pop up in occasional bits of drive-by free-lance journalism, such as this article in GQ: Now We All Know What Putin Has on Trump. It was so clear and obvious an insight as to make me wonder why I had never seen it for myself. (In my defense, no one other than Ioffe did, either.) She eventually found a home at Puck, but the volume of her journalistic output is low.
I know the reason, now, or part of it: she's been writing Motherland: A Feminist History of Modern Russia, from Revolution to Autocracy, an extraordinary history and memoire of Russia in the 20th and early 21st centuries.
I have a bone to pick with the subtitle. Ioffe makes clear that because of the divergent history of women in Russia and America, the word "feminist" has entirely different meanings in the two nations. Motherland is not a feminist history, in the sense that the word is usually used in the West. It would have been clearer and more accurate to call it "A history of Russia seen through the eyes of its women."
Ioffe is a Russian-born Jew, Her family moved to the USA in 1990, when she was seven years old. She moved back to Moscow from 2009-2012, where she worked as a reporter, covering (among other things) Pussy Riot and the Navalnys.
Motherland begins with family trees showing four generations of Ioffe's ancestors, Russian Jews all*. The narrative (carefully sourced and documented) tells the story of Russia from the early days of the Bolshevik revolution through Putin's Russia. The story is told almost entirely by telling the stories of women: Ioffe's ancestors, and other women who led the nation.
It's a bleak tale. Russia has treated its women badly, and it's treated its Jews badly, and historically it's been an extraordinarily awful place to be a Jewish woman. Russia was always ready to allow its women those parts of feminism that involved suffering for the Fatherland and its men. Russian women fought in the Great Patriotic War (what we call World War II) and worked full-time jobs from the early days and still do any job that doesn't put them in charge of things. But don't run away with the idea that Russian men live good lives. Ioffe makes it clear that the suffering inflicted on womankind redounds in different and sometimes even worse ways on its men.
Motherland reads like a novel. It's a dramatic and exciting story, if an extraordinarily bleak one. Ioffe writes so well. Here is one of the many passages I highlighted.
Till her dying day, my grandmother Emma believed that her cousins were buried alive, though she had no way of knowing whether that is what actually happened. I sometimes asked her why it mattered how they died, but to Emma, who vividly remembered her cousins—Polina, who at the time of her death was seventeen, Lyuba, fifteen, and Zhenya, five—it mattered a lot.It's good. If you have any interest in Russia, read it!
*I am always bemused by authors who can do this. Our greatest president, Abraham Lincoln, wrote
I don't know who my grandfather was, I am much more concerned to know what his grandson will be.That first sentence is almost literally true for me. Both my grandfathers died when my parents were children, and I know nothing of them. I know only slightly more about my grandmothers.
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January 8, 2026
A blend of exceptional reporting and personal pain and passion. This reminded me, in tone, of Louisa Lim's wonderful Hong Kong book, Indelible City, and the work of Svetlana Alexievich, whose oral histories The Unwomanly Face of War and Secondhand Time changed my understanding of Russia and prompted my interest in this book. (Alexievich's other books are on my TBR, and I will get to those in time -- she is a brilliant and engaging historian. This also made me face that I need to read The Gulag Archipelago. I purchased Volume 1 last week, and it comes in at 660 pages so I don't hold out much hope I will also get to Volume 2, which comes in at a tight 770/).
Ioffe, who spent her early years in Russia and moved to Maryland in the later part of elementary school, reveals a Soviet and post-Soviet Russia that I have never seen. Women, elevated in the time of Lenin, then forced to handle all household responsibilities and work as much as the men (for less pay) have now found themselves reduced to status as babymakers and sexual savants. The government, running out of men to fight in Ukraine, has let women know they have a patriotic duty to birth babies, and the government will pay them to do so. JD Vance and Putin must be chatting. Ioffee tells this story through the experiences of many women, including her grandmothers and great grandmothers, prominent women in the country, the spouses and daughters of leaders, and others. The story is gripping and terrifying since many of the things we read about here are happening in the US now. Early stages, but still. One example: Putin energized his base by moving against gender nonconformity, and made Gay and Trans people equivalent to ISIS militants in the eyes of the law, all terrorists.
This is not to be missed for readers intersted in narrative history. I can't wait to dive deeper into the subject.
Ioffe, who spent her early years in Russia and moved to Maryland in the later part of elementary school, reveals a Soviet and post-Soviet Russia that I have never seen. Women, elevated in the time of Lenin, then forced to handle all household responsibilities and work as much as the men (for less pay) have now found themselves reduced to status as babymakers and sexual savants. The government, running out of men to fight in Ukraine, has let women know they have a patriotic duty to birth babies, and the government will pay them to do so. JD Vance and Putin must be chatting. Ioffee tells this story through the experiences of many women, including her grandmothers and great grandmothers, prominent women in the country, the spouses and daughters of leaders, and others. The story is gripping and terrifying since many of the things we read about here are happening in the US now. Early stages, but still. One example: Putin energized his base by moving against gender nonconformity, and made Gay and Trans people equivalent to ISIS militants in the eyes of the law, all terrorists.
This is not to be missed for readers intersted in narrative history. I can't wait to dive deeper into the subject.
December 31, 2025
A really moving and history-dense overview of women in the Soviet Union and modern Russia! The interweaving of stories of the women elders of Julia’s family and famous women in Russian/Soviet history is brilliantly done (I’m admittedly a little biased as Julia is my second cousin - it was especially fascinating to read about my own family history!). The mostly negative trajectory of feminism and women’s rights in Russia is depressing; nonetheless Julia’s profiles of early-Soviet to contemporary female leaders (and early Soviet wins for women’s rights) provides much needed hope and inspiration for the future.
November 14, 2025
A book about personal history of the author Russian Jewish family mixed with some famous women, somehow claiming to be about Russian feminism. The author mixed her own experience, obe of a priviliged background somehow projecting it to all Russian women. It is mostly about Moscow women, we have exactly one Russian village, all doom and gloom mixed in there. Russian men got the worst treatment, weep as you read! As far as execptional women we have an opposition leader housewife, Stalin's daughter, various wives and daughters of Soviet leaders and some punk group (a copypaste of the western feminism btw) and thats all! No mention of the Russian womeb at the too, like the Central bank director Elvira Nabiullina ( Russian Tatar) and marketplace billionare Tatiana Kim (Russian Korean). Feminusm as a movement ended by the 1930, there where the book migh end, the rest is just ancedotes on some famous women, none of them particularly feminists! No mention of the brave Russian journalists, like Anna Politkovskaya, who payed with their lives for reporting on the conflict. Instead, we ahve some youtuber with her light interview style pretending to be serious reporting! Not a history of any real Russian women or feminims, just a priviliged outsider view somehow pretending to be Russian.
November 12, 2025
Wow. I could not put this book down. I love that Ioffe weaves her own personal story into this history of women during the Soviet period and into modern-day Russia. Excellently written and very obviously throughly researched. I can’t come up with the right words to capture this book, but just trust me that it is worth the read. Recommend reading The Unwomanly Face Of War by Svetlana Alexievich with this book.
August 10, 2025
A neat blend of memoir and national history that looks at the last three major eras of Soviet history both via the macro level (Stalin's daughter, etc) and the micro level (the author's family history traced via the women) from the women's point of view of what happened, and what happened to them in turn. Refreshing point of view.
November 6, 2025
The number of stars diminished as the book went on ( I actually started with 4). Attributing all wrongs of the soviet and post-soviet life solely to the personalities of the men on top is misguided. Wide generalizations, romanticising 1917 revolution, and painting women as victims also didn't help.
October 13, 2025
Won an early copy of this book.
Fascinating read. Really enjoyed it.
Fascinating read. Really enjoyed it.
December 26, 2025
thanks sonya for putting this on my feed!! so so interesting the whole way through and good to finally have a supplemental women’s history to the “alexandra kollontai was there for a bit” vibe from A level soviet history
December 2, 2025
So good
November 6, 2025
This fascinating history of Russia from the revolution to Putin is told from the woman’s perspective. The history shows an egalitarian country 60+ years before the west caught up and then how it was whittled away from the 1980s on.it also gave me a great perspective on Putin and understanding the war in Ukraine. If you have any interest in Russia, this chunky book is worth your time!
January 15, 2026
This is the best history book I have read so far in my life!
October 27, 2025
A walk through Ruzzia
I grew increasingly frustrated with this as it went on - Ioffe is simply not critical enough on Russian society and culture especially in the third contemporary part. Yes, she gives glimpses of how truly debased this culture is, yet either through her own blindness or naivety she glances over what is rotten to the core. Her description of the soldier's wife who has only concerns on her immediate familial needs while expressing not a scintilla of concern for where her husband is being sent is typical. It makes part 1 of the brave historical figures ring somewhat hollow given this country's full arc. Russia will eventually be defeated in Ukraine and let us hope that much of its culture is put to rest as well.
I grew increasingly frustrated with this as it went on - Ioffe is simply not critical enough on Russian society and culture especially in the third contemporary part. Yes, she gives glimpses of how truly debased this culture is, yet either through her own blindness or naivety she glances over what is rotten to the core. Her description of the soldier's wife who has only concerns on her immediate familial needs while expressing not a scintilla of concern for where her husband is being sent is typical. It makes part 1 of the brave historical figures ring somewhat hollow given this country's full arc. Russia will eventually be defeated in Ukraine and let us hope that much of its culture is put to rest as well.
January 9, 2026
Julia Ioffe (b. 1982 in Moscow) is an American journalist of Russian Jewish descent. Her 2025 book Motherland is, as the subtitle states, a curated history of the last ~century of Russian history told from a female-centric point of view, mixed with a personal matrilineal history of her own family during the same time period, in an approach not dissimilar to Sasha Bonét in her work The Waterbearers: A Memoir of Mothers and Daughters (though in Ioffe's case, ~1/3-1/2 of this book focuses on her own family, vs. closer to 2/3 in Bonét's). Ioffe and her parents left the then-Soviet Union in 1990, though Ioffe later lived and worked in Russia as a Fulbright scholar, then a journalist, in the 2010s, though as Ioffe reflects toward the end of the book, under the current regime it's unlikely Ioffe or some of her family members who left would be welcomed back or safely into the country given their outspoken dissenting views.
Ioffe doesn't shy away from difficult and graphic subject matter -- there's a remarkable amount of gruesome violence depicted in this book, both related to her own family history and among the historical and present-day women she profiles. And of course, in a book of this nature, the choices of who to profile and how to portray them is inherently biased -- Ioffe leans into this, purposely choosing historical wives and family of prominent Soviet figures and modern-day outspoken opponents of Putin's Russia, to tell a narrative that's intentionally different from what generally male-authored historical accounts of 20th century Russia and supporters of the current regime would tell. Ioffe's central thesis is a lament about how Russian women went in only a few generations from having, at least in theory, many opportunities toward gender parity under socialist ideals, to, under the likes of Stalin, Khrushchev, and now Putin, various versions of hell. Her discussion about a subset of current-day Russian/ex-Eastern bloc women being groomed to attract and snare markedly suboptimal men as their highest purpose in life, with dating advice that even seeped into the educated professional women in her family, was particularly interesting, as were her musings into the alcoholism and sense of meaninglessness that are leading many Russian men to stumble through their lives before falling into early graves. As an outsider American, it's unclear to me how pervasive these attitudes are in modern Russian society -- it seems akin to the common (negative) societal perceptions of (younger) Americans being either social media/image/screen-obsessed and therefore out-of-touch with reality, delicate flowers in need of constant coddling, unable to think or read critically, etc. There are certainly Americans who fit into each of those stereotypes but there are also many who do not.
Overall, a well-written, provocative book.
Further reading:
Between Two Fires: Truth, Ambition, and Compromise in Putin's Russia by Joshua Yaffa
Intent to Destroy: Russia’s Two-Hundred-Year Quest to Dominate Ukraine by Eugene Finkel
Midnight in Chernobyl: The Untold Story of the World's Greatest Nuclear Disaster by Adam Higginbotham
My statistics:
Book 8 for 2026
Book 2314 cumulatively
Ioffe doesn't shy away from difficult and graphic subject matter -- there's a remarkable amount of gruesome violence depicted in this book, both related to her own family history and among the historical and present-day women she profiles. And of course, in a book of this nature, the choices of who to profile and how to portray them is inherently biased -- Ioffe leans into this, purposely choosing historical wives and family of prominent Soviet figures and modern-day outspoken opponents of Putin's Russia, to tell a narrative that's intentionally different from what generally male-authored historical accounts of 20th century Russia and supporters of the current regime would tell. Ioffe's central thesis is a lament about how Russian women went in only a few generations from having, at least in theory, many opportunities toward gender parity under socialist ideals, to, under the likes of Stalin, Khrushchev, and now Putin, various versions of hell. Her discussion about a subset of current-day Russian/ex-Eastern bloc women being groomed to attract and snare markedly suboptimal men as their highest purpose in life, with dating advice that even seeped into the educated professional women in her family, was particularly interesting, as were her musings into the alcoholism and sense of meaninglessness that are leading many Russian men to stumble through their lives before falling into early graves. As an outsider American, it's unclear to me how pervasive these attitudes are in modern Russian society -- it seems akin to the common (negative) societal perceptions of (younger) Americans being either social media/image/screen-obsessed and therefore out-of-touch with reality, delicate flowers in need of constant coddling, unable to think or read critically, etc. There are certainly Americans who fit into each of those stereotypes but there are also many who do not.
Overall, a well-written, provocative book.
Further reading:
Between Two Fires: Truth, Ambition, and Compromise in Putin's Russia by Joshua Yaffa
Intent to Destroy: Russia’s Two-Hundred-Year Quest to Dominate Ukraine by Eugene Finkel
Midnight in Chernobyl: The Untold Story of the World's Greatest Nuclear Disaster by Adam Higginbotham
My statistics:
Book 8 for 2026
Book 2314 cumulatively
January 21, 2026
Performative reading level 3000. My sister is doing a PHD on women in eastern europe and I didn't want to read the stupid book I stole from an ibis budget hotel, so this was my best option. Surprisingly, this book was really interesting and engaging. I learned a lot about Soviet history, and I was very curious to learn if being a woman was better in the USSR than it was in the United States. From reading this book I learned that it definitely started off strong. Women in the USSR were the first in the world to gain the right to vote (although this wasn’t meaningful for very long), and soviet revolutionary/the wife of Lenin Nadezhda Krupskaya was a staunch feminist. This was impressive considering Tsarist Russia was absolutely terrible in terms of women's rights. For example it was common for women to be expected to sleep with their husbands father, and the Tsarist civil code formally made women’s testimonies worth less than men.
During the actual history of the USSR, the USSR was better for women than the USA in two main ways: abortion and labor rights. Abortion was generally available and not really looked down upon, although it was banned for a bit by Stalin to encourage people to have more kids. As for labor rights, women in the early USSR were encouraged to go to free university and become productive workers, and it was very common for women to be the breadwinner. However, there are some caveats to this. Soviet men did basically no work around the house and also divorced their wives very frequently, so working women had to do a second shift (the double burden) after their working shift to keep the kids and house in order. This was especially hard because of the lack of home appliances like fridges and dishwashers, and chronic shortages made shopping an incredibly time intensive affair. Additionally, women were still disproportionately lacking from prestigious and high-paying positions. Beyond these two points, this book makes life in the USSR basically sound terrible for everyone, including women. The author talks about how her mom and grandmother were both doctors, but their lives were full of hunger and suffering and state suppression. The original question I had was whether life in the soviet union or the USA was better for women. After reading this book I am pretty sure life was better for the average woman in America because of how terrible the quality of life in the USSR sounds. But I am not an expert on women's rights in the 20th century in America so I am not that confident in my opinion. It probably depends a lot on race and class, and also what you consider a good life.
I do have a few complaints about this book. First of all, it really seems centered on the urban, or more specifically muscovite russian women’s experience. It talked a bit about people working on mass collectivized farms, and it would have been cool to learn more about that. Second of all, the author tells this story by talking about the most famous soviet women and also her personal family's story in the USSR. I think this was useful to have an on the ground perspective but frankly, I had a ton of trouble keeping track of her family's history and all the names of grandparents and great-aunts.
I can't believe I read this book on vacation. It felt ridiculous reading about people freezing to death during the battle for Moscow while slurping my ice cream down on the beach. I really enjoyed this book and learned a lot, but a beach read it is not.
During the actual history of the USSR, the USSR was better for women than the USA in two main ways: abortion and labor rights. Abortion was generally available and not really looked down upon, although it was banned for a bit by Stalin to encourage people to have more kids. As for labor rights, women in the early USSR were encouraged to go to free university and become productive workers, and it was very common for women to be the breadwinner. However, there are some caveats to this. Soviet men did basically no work around the house and also divorced their wives very frequently, so working women had to do a second shift (the double burden) after their working shift to keep the kids and house in order. This was especially hard because of the lack of home appliances like fridges and dishwashers, and chronic shortages made shopping an incredibly time intensive affair. Additionally, women were still disproportionately lacking from prestigious and high-paying positions. Beyond these two points, this book makes life in the USSR basically sound terrible for everyone, including women. The author talks about how her mom and grandmother were both doctors, but their lives were full of hunger and suffering and state suppression. The original question I had was whether life in the soviet union or the USA was better for women. After reading this book I am pretty sure life was better for the average woman in America because of how terrible the quality of life in the USSR sounds. But I am not an expert on women's rights in the 20th century in America so I am not that confident in my opinion. It probably depends a lot on race and class, and also what you consider a good life.
I do have a few complaints about this book. First of all, it really seems centered on the urban, or more specifically muscovite russian women’s experience. It talked a bit about people working on mass collectivized farms, and it would have been cool to learn more about that. Second of all, the author tells this story by talking about the most famous soviet women and also her personal family's story in the USSR. I think this was useful to have an on the ground perspective but frankly, I had a ton of trouble keeping track of her family's history and all the names of grandparents and great-aunts.
I can't believe I read this book on vacation. It felt ridiculous reading about people freezing to death during the battle for Moscow while slurping my ice cream down on the beach. I really enjoyed this book and learned a lot, but a beach read it is not.
December 29, 2025
The book's subtitle, "A Feminist History of Modern Russia," is misleading. Instead of a comprehensive history of feminism, the narrative centers on a narrow, privileged circle and falls short of its promise.
Much of the narrative revolves around the author’s family. While these stories can be engaging, they are not representative. They reflect the experiences of a privileged layer of Jewish intelligentsia, who mostly socialize, marry, and live within their own community. The repeated emphasis on the physical beauty of the author's relatives is simply bizarre.
A serious monograph would include statistics, comparisons, and clear links between individual cases and broader social patterns. Instead, the book offers a long series of anecdotes.
The author consistently shows more interest and empathy for women from the intelligentsia, a group she belongs to. Provincial people are described in condescending terms (“broad peasant faces”). The author gives significant attention to the wives of Soviet leaders, especially Svetlana Alliluyeva, recounting their biographies in detail but rarely explaining how their experiences relate to feminism or the lives of ordinary women.
This lack of focus is also apparent in the chapters on the final years of the Soviet Union. The details of its collapse are engaging, but the author seems captivated by the material she uncovered in her research, reproducing it at length without relating it to the central argument.
The author's snobbery is especially evident in passages about her childhood in the United States. She sees herself as the heir to a superior Russian culture. She attended opera and ballet while her “provincial” American classmates from the suburbs saw only Broadway musicals.
Overall, the book reads like a patchwork, blending family memoir, celebrity biography, and scattered historical episodes quoted from other books, without strong editorial guidance. The result is a narrative that feels uneven, unfocused, and ultimately unfinished (not to mention multiple factual errors).
I would suggest reading the original books Ioffe cites (by Stephen Kotkin, Anne Applebaum, and Svetlana Alexievich) rather than these messy retellings.
Much of the narrative revolves around the author’s family. While these stories can be engaging, they are not representative. They reflect the experiences of a privileged layer of Jewish intelligentsia, who mostly socialize, marry, and live within their own community. The repeated emphasis on the physical beauty of the author's relatives is simply bizarre.
A serious monograph would include statistics, comparisons, and clear links between individual cases and broader social patterns. Instead, the book offers a long series of anecdotes.
The author consistently shows more interest and empathy for women from the intelligentsia, a group she belongs to. Provincial people are described in condescending terms (“broad peasant faces”). The author gives significant attention to the wives of Soviet leaders, especially Svetlana Alliluyeva, recounting their biographies in detail but rarely explaining how their experiences relate to feminism or the lives of ordinary women.
This lack of focus is also apparent in the chapters on the final years of the Soviet Union. The details of its collapse are engaging, but the author seems captivated by the material she uncovered in her research, reproducing it at length without relating it to the central argument.
The author's snobbery is especially evident in passages about her childhood in the United States. She sees herself as the heir to a superior Russian culture. She attended opera and ballet while her “provincial” American classmates from the suburbs saw only Broadway musicals.
Overall, the book reads like a patchwork, blending family memoir, celebrity biography, and scattered historical episodes quoted from other books, without strong editorial guidance. The result is a narrative that feels uneven, unfocused, and ultimately unfinished (not to mention multiple factual errors).
I would suggest reading the original books Ioffe cites (by Stephen Kotkin, Anne Applebaum, and Svetlana Alexievich) rather than these messy retellings.
January 11, 2026
‘Yulia Navalnaya and Maria Andreeva were doing something quintessentially, fundamentally feminine in the most traditional Russian sense. They were the latest in a long line of women who, in Nektasov’s tired description, could stop a galloping steed or enter a burning hut if that was what their families and their country required. They were the heirs to the woman who had toppled the Romanov dynasty and the women who stood in line with Akhmatova to pass bread to their imprisoned men, to the teenage girls who volunteered to fight the Nazis and the women who rebuilt and repopulated the country when that fight was won. They were like the women who went to wash toilets and sell rags at the markets while their men lay down on the couch with a bottle. When men in power savaged their country, these women heaved it on their backs and charged forward, heedless of their own selves. They were the women of Russian history and Russian lore, the people who held the place together in spite of itself (…).’
Prachtig en belangrijk boek over de belangrijke rol die vrouwen in de Russische geschiedenis spelen. Must-read.
Prachtig en belangrijk boek over de belangrijke rol die vrouwen in de Russische geschiedenis spelen. Must-read.
January 6, 2026
Russophobia saturates nearly every page of Motherland, which is unfortunate, because the book begins with real promise. Julia Ioffe initially presents herself as a measured guide through Russian history, opening with genuine acknowledgment of early Bolshevik achievements and the revolutionary ferment that briefly expanded women’s political and social horizons. But that posture of balance quickly collapses. What follows is not a critical history, but a familiar moral narrative in which Russia’s failures are treated as innate, self-generated, and culturally inevitable.
This becomes most evident in Ioffe’s treatment of the Great Terror and the Gulag system. Her core sources here are Anne Applebaum and Stephen Kotkin, both of whom approach Soviet history from an explicitly anti-communist framework. These are not critiques of how socialism was implemented under specific conditions; they argue that repression, terror, and coercion were intrinsic to the system itself. Kotkin’s work is more analytically sophisticated, but he ultimately shares Applebaum’s premise that communist societies could not function without authoritarian control.
That framing might have been excusable in the early Cold War. It is far less defensible today. Scholars have had access to Soviet archives for over three decades, and those archives tell a far more complex story than the one Ioffe presents. Yet she repeatedly describes the Gulag as if it were functionally equivalent to Nazi extermination camps. On page 128, she writes that nearly three million people “perished” in the Gulag, a formulation that invites readers to imagine systematic mass murder.
The archival record does not support that equivalence. Soviet labor camps were brutal and often deadly, but they were not designed as death camps. There were no gas chambers, no industrial extermination, and no systematic effort to annihilate inmates as a population. The majority of prisoners survived and were eventually released, often through amnesties. In any given year, between 20 and 40 percent of inmates left the camps. More than half of all recorded Gulag deaths occurred during the war years, when famine and deprivation affected the entire Soviet population. By 1953, camp mortality had fallen sharply. Political prisoners constituted a minority of inmates; most were incarcerated for ordinary criminal offenses. Total executions between 1921 and 1953 numbered under 800,000, a figure that includes wartime collaborators and non-political capital crimes. None of this minimizes repression, but it does undermine the inflated, ahistorical death-camp analogy Ioffe relies on.
Equally absent from Motherland is any serious discussion of context. There is virtually no acknowledgment of foreign intervention during the Civil War, Western sabotage, or the sustained efforts to destroy the Soviet state before it could stabilize. Repression is presented as irrational cruelty rather than as a reaction, however brutal, to existential threats. This omission feeds into a broader pattern in which Russians appear as uniquely prone to violence and authoritarianism, rather than as historical actors responding to extraordinary pressures.
The book’s treatment of feminism suffers from similar narrowing. Despite its breadth, Motherland ultimately focuses on a very small, elite slice of Russian feminism, filtered through an anti-communist lens. When Ioffe discusses Khrushchev-era pronatalism, for instance, she treats postwar demographic policy with a kind of detached irony, largely ignoring the fact that the Soviet Union had lost roughly one in seven of its citizens during the Second World War. Over 85 percent of wartime casualties occurred on the Eastern Front. The scale of destruction was almost unimaginable, yet the Soviet response is framed less as social reconstruction than as ideological absurdity. Comparisons to American prosperity are invoked as if the two societies had emerged from remotely comparable circumstances.
Stagnation under Leonid Brezhnev is likewise treated as if it occurred in a vacuum. Ioffe laments the rise of the black market without acknowledging how Western trade restrictions, currency seepage, sanctions, and propaganda actively widened those cracks. Central planning did not invent the black market, but Western policy ensured it flourished. The underground economy became a daily referendum on socialism, conducted not in theory but in kitchens and courtyards, often with Western complicity.
At several points, Ioffe’s analysis collapses into cultural essentialism. Her discussion of male mortality in Russia is a striking example. She attributes heart disease primarily to Putin-era social decay and “traditional gender roles,” ignoring the long time horizons of chronic illness and the catastrophic public-health shock of the 1990s. The suggestion that Russian men’s bodies themselves testify to moral or political failure veers dangerously close to caricature.
Her framing of Vladimir Putin follows a similar pattern. He is blamed simultaneously for declining birth rates and for failing to remake Russian masculinity, even as demographic collapse unfolds globally. South Korea now sells more pet strollers than baby strollers. Birthrates are falling across continents and species. Yet in Motherland, global phenomena are repeatedly localized, personalized, and laid at Putin’s feet.
One of the book’s strongest sections is its discussion of Russian punk feminism and Pussy Riot. Ioffe vividly portrays the injustice of their trial and imprisonment, and this material resonates deeply. But even here, the analysis is incomplete. The same years saw mass repression of dissent in the United States, including the coordinated dismantling of Occupy Wall Street and the prosecution of activists like Cecily McMillan. Democratic erosion was not a uniquely Russian phenomenon, yet the book treats it as such.
Ioffe also mischaracterizes the historical lineage of the “Hero Mother” concept, presenting it as a Soviet borrowing from Nazi Germany. In reality, the elevation of motherhood into a civic duty predates fascism and has deep roots in early-20th-century American pronatalism and eugenics. As Edwin Black documents in War Against the Weak, U.S. policymakers normalized the linkage between reproduction, patriotism, and demographic survival long before Hitler. Nazi Germany radicalized these ideas, but it did not invent them. The Soviet version emerged from postwar demographic catastrophe, and Putin’s revival reflects cynical nostalgia rather than fascist inheritance.
The same flattening appears in Ioffe’s discussion of Ukraine. She accepts the Western narrative that the war began in 2022, omitting NATO expansion, the persecution of ethnic Russians, and repeated warnings issued by Moscow over the preceding decade. The conflict is stripped of history and reduced to a morality play.
There is much to admire in Motherland. The portraits of early Bolshevik feminists like Alexandra Kollontai are genuinely compelling, and the book contains a wealth of fascinating material. But the anti-Russian bias is relentless. Western crimes are minimized or ignored, Russian suffering is pathologized, and history is filtered through a fatalistic assumption that Russia is doomed by its own nature. Ioffe makes this explicit when she writes that “Russia’s future would never be different from its present or its past.” That conclusion is not analysis; it is ideology.
This becomes most evident in Ioffe’s treatment of the Great Terror and the Gulag system. Her core sources here are Anne Applebaum and Stephen Kotkin, both of whom approach Soviet history from an explicitly anti-communist framework. These are not critiques of how socialism was implemented under specific conditions; they argue that repression, terror, and coercion were intrinsic to the system itself. Kotkin’s work is more analytically sophisticated, but he ultimately shares Applebaum’s premise that communist societies could not function without authoritarian control.
That framing might have been excusable in the early Cold War. It is far less defensible today. Scholars have had access to Soviet archives for over three decades, and those archives tell a far more complex story than the one Ioffe presents. Yet she repeatedly describes the Gulag as if it were functionally equivalent to Nazi extermination camps. On page 128, she writes that nearly three million people “perished” in the Gulag, a formulation that invites readers to imagine systematic mass murder.
The archival record does not support that equivalence. Soviet labor camps were brutal and often deadly, but they were not designed as death camps. There were no gas chambers, no industrial extermination, and no systematic effort to annihilate inmates as a population. The majority of prisoners survived and were eventually released, often through amnesties. In any given year, between 20 and 40 percent of inmates left the camps. More than half of all recorded Gulag deaths occurred during the war years, when famine and deprivation affected the entire Soviet population. By 1953, camp mortality had fallen sharply. Political prisoners constituted a minority of inmates; most were incarcerated for ordinary criminal offenses. Total executions between 1921 and 1953 numbered under 800,000, a figure that includes wartime collaborators and non-political capital crimes. None of this minimizes repression, but it does undermine the inflated, ahistorical death-camp analogy Ioffe relies on.
Equally absent from Motherland is any serious discussion of context. There is virtually no acknowledgment of foreign intervention during the Civil War, Western sabotage, or the sustained efforts to destroy the Soviet state before it could stabilize. Repression is presented as irrational cruelty rather than as a reaction, however brutal, to existential threats. This omission feeds into a broader pattern in which Russians appear as uniquely prone to violence and authoritarianism, rather than as historical actors responding to extraordinary pressures.
The book’s treatment of feminism suffers from similar narrowing. Despite its breadth, Motherland ultimately focuses on a very small, elite slice of Russian feminism, filtered through an anti-communist lens. When Ioffe discusses Khrushchev-era pronatalism, for instance, she treats postwar demographic policy with a kind of detached irony, largely ignoring the fact that the Soviet Union had lost roughly one in seven of its citizens during the Second World War. Over 85 percent of wartime casualties occurred on the Eastern Front. The scale of destruction was almost unimaginable, yet the Soviet response is framed less as social reconstruction than as ideological absurdity. Comparisons to American prosperity are invoked as if the two societies had emerged from remotely comparable circumstances.
Stagnation under Leonid Brezhnev is likewise treated as if it occurred in a vacuum. Ioffe laments the rise of the black market without acknowledging how Western trade restrictions, currency seepage, sanctions, and propaganda actively widened those cracks. Central planning did not invent the black market, but Western policy ensured it flourished. The underground economy became a daily referendum on socialism, conducted not in theory but in kitchens and courtyards, often with Western complicity.
At several points, Ioffe’s analysis collapses into cultural essentialism. Her discussion of male mortality in Russia is a striking example. She attributes heart disease primarily to Putin-era social decay and “traditional gender roles,” ignoring the long time horizons of chronic illness and the catastrophic public-health shock of the 1990s. The suggestion that Russian men’s bodies themselves testify to moral or political failure veers dangerously close to caricature.
Her framing of Vladimir Putin follows a similar pattern. He is blamed simultaneously for declining birth rates and for failing to remake Russian masculinity, even as demographic collapse unfolds globally. South Korea now sells more pet strollers than baby strollers. Birthrates are falling across continents and species. Yet in Motherland, global phenomena are repeatedly localized, personalized, and laid at Putin’s feet.
One of the book’s strongest sections is its discussion of Russian punk feminism and Pussy Riot. Ioffe vividly portrays the injustice of their trial and imprisonment, and this material resonates deeply. But even here, the analysis is incomplete. The same years saw mass repression of dissent in the United States, including the coordinated dismantling of Occupy Wall Street and the prosecution of activists like Cecily McMillan. Democratic erosion was not a uniquely Russian phenomenon, yet the book treats it as such.
Ioffe also mischaracterizes the historical lineage of the “Hero Mother” concept, presenting it as a Soviet borrowing from Nazi Germany. In reality, the elevation of motherhood into a civic duty predates fascism and has deep roots in early-20th-century American pronatalism and eugenics. As Edwin Black documents in War Against the Weak, U.S. policymakers normalized the linkage between reproduction, patriotism, and demographic survival long before Hitler. Nazi Germany radicalized these ideas, but it did not invent them. The Soviet version emerged from postwar demographic catastrophe, and Putin’s revival reflects cynical nostalgia rather than fascist inheritance.
The same flattening appears in Ioffe’s discussion of Ukraine. She accepts the Western narrative that the war began in 2022, omitting NATO expansion, the persecution of ethnic Russians, and repeated warnings issued by Moscow over the preceding decade. The conflict is stripped of history and reduced to a morality play.
There is much to admire in Motherland. The portraits of early Bolshevik feminists like Alexandra Kollontai are genuinely compelling, and the book contains a wealth of fascinating material. But the anti-Russian bias is relentless. Western crimes are minimized or ignored, Russian suffering is pathologized, and history is filtered through a fatalistic assumption that Russia is doomed by its own nature. Ioffe makes this explicit when she writes that “Russia’s future would never be different from its present or its past.” That conclusion is not analysis; it is ideology.
December 29, 2025
Best book I’ve read all year. Brilliantly and intelligently researched and written. It’s like one of those book that the author was made to write. The personal stories of family and women throughout Russian history are beautifully woven together. I was hooked on every word and enthralled the entire time. My perspective of Eastern Europe has always been filtered in Ukraine because of growing up with Ukrainian neighbors and I’ve always felt uninterested and in recent years intimidated by Russian history but this book has made me immensely interested in it and has given me the courage to and desire to learn more about it and read the books I’ve been putting off. This book is a masterpiece. It’s evident that so much research, time and care has been put into it. I knew the last sentences of the book had to be powerful and Julia Ioffe did not disappoint. I’m a huge Julia Ioffe fan now and I’m looking forward to reading everything else she’s written.
January 5, 2026
A lot of people may think that this is a “women’s history” book and they are right — it tells the history of modern Russia with its focus on female figures and Russian women. However, this is a HISTORY book; an amazing primer on the complex story of Russia through the voices that are forgotten, ignored, and dismissed. There was so much that I learned through this story but the most important was the reminder that History is a cycle; progress is never linear and females throughout time have changed the world. It is up to us to carry on their legacy.
January 16, 2026
really excellent stuff going on in here. I found the tidbits about progressive early Bolshevik Russia the most interesting — no fault divorce?? abortion rights?? female soldiers on the frontlines??? the fucking NIGHT WITCHES??? also really interesting to learn about All the Presidents' Wives, especially Raisa Gorbachev. Svetlana Alliluyeva remains one of my favorite characters in 20th century Russian history, and it was a treat to learn even more about her journey. and of course, obligatory Pussy Riot chapter. no offense to the author, but the interlaced narrative about her own family line was significantly less interesting to me, which made the last few chapters drag a good deal.
October 19, 2025
This is a fascinating and well written history of feminism throughout revolutionary Russia that is part memoir as well. Highly readable, incredibly researched and at times completely heartbreaking. I’ve read other works of Russian history and there was so much in this work I didn’t know. I would definitely recommend.
November 5, 2025
Absolutely stunning of more than a century of Russian history through the views of its women. A rich, accessible blend of public women (Stalin's daughter, Gorbachev's wife, Lenin's wife and mistress, etc.) blended with 3 generations of the author's family. Motherland looks at the ordinary, the extraordinary, and the heartbreak of Russian women as they hold the country on their back, and nurture its soul, even as the men destroy it from the inside out.
Highly recommend.
Highly recommend.
October 28, 2025
Desperately needed in an age of increasing authoritarianism
December 9, 2025
Book 2 on my tour through the New York Times Top 100 of 2025 list. I thought this was an absolutely incredible work. I did a ton of research on Russia and Ukraine in college and can remember learning about maybe two women in detail. I wish I had had this book then. It was a captivating and highly informative peek into what the last century was like for women in the Soviet Union and Russia.
January 4, 2026
Perhaps the best book on Russia and the Soviet Union I’ve ever read. Russia my beloved tragedy.
January 12, 2026
One of the best books I have ever read.
January 22, 2026
Russian women are badass! This was a long book but I never got bored.
January 7, 2026
Genuinely one of the best books that I have ever read. Incredible and informative. I want more.
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