How I came to read Feodor Gladkov's Cement is a funny story. My brother, working in the trades, mentioned his boss also likes to read Russian literature.
What's one of his favorite books? Cement, by Feodor Gladkov.
Well if this book is any measure, then intellectualism may be thriving in the trades. Or at least class-consciousness. To the latter point, Cement is one of the era's first novels of socialist realism, and so a work of propaganda. While published before the more rigid orthodoxy that defined the genre under Stalinism, the basic tenets of socialist realism are present in Cement. Namely, showing life as it should be, imparting the reader with Soviet values and morals, and showing the way forward for individuals within a transitioning society.
While a piece of propaganda, the book certainly wasn't as one-dimensional as I expected. The plot of the novel, more expectedly, follows Gleb's efforts to revive the cement factory in his town to aid revolutionary reconstruction. More unexpectedly, a major subplot is Gleb's relationship with his wife Dasha, which has fallen apart after Gleb returns from the war. Gladkov portrays a significant shift in societal gender roles post-revolution, with Dasha becoming far more independent, and taking on leadership roles in the town, leaving her unfamiliar to Gleb.
Overall, Cement is an unorthodox novel. For the protagonist Gleb, individual triumph is not present as he never re-establishes his relationship with Dasha. Instead, his conclusion is replaced with collective triumph, devoting himself wholly to the revolution. This is one of the novels most interesting points, showing the ideal of the 'New Soviet Man' in its earlier forms, with Gladkov portraying revolution as both societal and individual. As well, Cement provides an interesting, albeit idealized, glimpse of the spirit of the newly formed Soviet Union, and the genuine aim for a truly new society broken from its past.
To the rest of the book, the writing is nothing noteworthy. The characters, while having some depth, feel more like mouthpieces for the author, which is how much of the dialogue reads as well. The setting is vague and ambigious, difficult to imagine as a real town. And the flow isn't great, with the sequencing jumping in many places. While interesting as a document from its time, Cement is certainly not an outstanding book.
This is the first work of socialist realism I have read, though it will probably be the last. Thanks to Shane Murray for the recommendation.