“For taken in its entirety, [Nikita Khrushchev’s] life holds a mirror to the Soviet age as a whole. Revolution, civil war, collectivization and industrialization, terror, world war, cold war, late Stalinism, post-Stalinism – Khrushchev took part in them all. What attracted so many men and women to revolution and communism? What kept them loyal after the terrible bloodletting began? What led at least some of them to break with their own past and try to reform the regime? Finally, what frustrated and defeated them, bringing on a long era of stagnation followed by the fall of the Soviet Union itself? Khrushchev’s biography can provide at least some of the answers…In some ways Khrushchev was the archetypical Soviet man, but he was also unique. Countless workers and peasants rose through the ranks after the revolution, but he climbed to the very top. While most of his Kremlin colleagues became impersonal cogs in the Stalinist machine, he somehow retained his humanity…His most important foreign and domestic policies were also exceptional, ranging from his denouncing of Stalin to secretly installing missiles in Cuba to suddenly removing those rockets so as to end the nuclear confrontation that his own reckless gamble had provoked…”
- William Taubman, Khrushchev: The Man and His Era
How do you follow up an act like Joseph Stalin, who spent thirty years as the General Secretary of the Communist Party, who ruled the Soviet Union as a dictator, who killed millions of his own people through ruthless collectivization schemes and purges, who imprisoned millions more, who ushered his country through the Second World War, and who formed a nation powerful enough to rule half the world?
Well, to start, you can bang your shoe on the table at the United Nations.
Following Stalin’s death in 1953, Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev assumed his role as head of the Communist Party. Initially part of a power-sharing agreement, the perpetually-underestimated Khrushchev managed to outmaneuver his rivals to become an autocrat in his own right, making decisions with little regard for the input of others.
For over a decade, Khrushchev ruled the Soviet Union, during which time he denounced Stalin in his famous “secret speech,” enacted numerous reforms, crushed the Hungarian Revolution, oversaw the building of the Berlin Wall, then took the world to the brink of an all-out nuclear exchange by attempting to sneak intermediate range ballistic missiles into Cuba.
And on October 12, 1960, during a plenary meeting of the United Nations General Assembly, he allegedly took off his shoe and banged it on his desk.
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According to William Taubman’s excellent Khrushchev, there is some indication that Khrushchev’s shoe-banging might only be myth. While cameras caught him slamming his fists like a hungry child, there are no photos of the offending shoe. Ultimately, Taubman chooses to accept the legend – for reasons he explains in a lengthy endnote – but whether or not it occurred, it is in fitting with Khrushchev’s bellicose style of leadership.
Though anyone following directly in Stalin’s bloodstained footsteps would be worthy of scrutiny, Khrushchev is a fascinating figure in his own right. Born of humble origins, inconsistently educated, thoroughly aware of his own limitations, Khrushchev took advantage of the chaos of revolution to climb to unbelievable heights. Fully implicated in Stalin’s vast crimes, he nevertheless had enough of a conscience to at least feel guilty about them, and to try to undo some of the damage. During his time on the summit, he freed or rehabilitated millions of people, loosened restrictions on the arts, and attempted to increase agricultural production. More infamously, he nearly started a nuclear war by enacting his own rendition of Richard Nixon’s “madman theory,” trying to avoid an atomic clash by bluster and threat.
In short, Khrushchev is a character fully capable of supporting a major biography, and Taubman gives him his due.
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With the exception of the opening scene – in which Khrushchev is ousted – and a chapter devoted solely to a survey of his foreign policy, Khrushchev proceeds chronologically, from birth to death, and all the stops in between.
No single-volume biography can ever hope to capture an entire eventful life, but Taubman’s work does an extraordinary job of covering a huge swath of it. The key principle – difficult to achieve – is balance, and it is present here. Taubman gives us both the personal and the political, and describes not only what his subject did, but what he thought about it.
At 651-pages of text, this is a hefty tome. Even so, space limitations mean that we don’t learn all that much about the other people in Khrushchev’s life. Furthermore, though the subtitle promises a look at Khrushchev’s “era,” the focus stays mostly on the man himself. That’s a tradeoff, of course, but a worthy one, as Taubman marvelously captures Khrushchev’s oft-outsized presence.
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Published in 2003, during a period when the necessary archives were mostly open, Khrushchev is a genuine work of scholarship. Taubman is a Soviet expert, apparently speaks Russian, and has personally interviewed a number of participants. His research and effort are fully document in 134-pages of endnotes, many of them annotated.
Despite its academic pedigree, however, Khrushchev is genuinely, enjoyably readable. With the exception of Stalin and the Cuban Missile Crisis, I know next to nothing about the Soviet Union. Thus, when I picked this up, I figured I might struggle with unfamiliar names, unfamiliar settings, and with the byzantine nature of Communist Party politics. From the first page, though, I was swept along by the narrative. Taubman has a smoothly flowing prose style that nicely melds the larger overview with smaller, more detailed scenes.
More than that, Taubman goes out of his way to be accessible. Each chapter – which is date-stamped – starts with an overview of what is going to be covered, providing a helpful outline. While this makes for a certain amount of repetitiveness, it is of the best kind, as it kept me from getting lost, and also helped me to retain information.
Having read a lot of history books, I’ve lost count how often authors – especially those with professorships – treat their chosen specialties as an elite sort of club, throwing up intellectual barriers to entry. Taubman, on the other hand, unrolls the red carpet, welcoming you into Nikita Khrushchev’s universe and beckoning you to look around.
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For me, the bottom-line metric for biographies is whether I can imagine what it’d be like to stand in that person’s presence. Khrushchev undoubtedly checks this box. If I were to travel backwards to the past, or if Khrushchev were to return to life, and if our time-warping pathways intersected, I feel like I’d know exactly how our meeting would go. There would be drinking, back-slapping, dirty jokes, peasant parables, cursing, shouting, and some threats. I would be fully prepared to meet an erratic and vulnerable man with boundless ambitions but strictly-bounded abilities, a man with blood on his hands but a deeply troubled soul, a man whose best ideas were undone by an unerring failure to communicate them in a way that did not alienate everyone who heard them.