3.75 ⭐️
A very long book of 563 pages so it took me a while but mostly because the middle of the book just dragged and was a real slow burn. The beginning and end however were much more enjoyable and wanting me to read on. I think it could've been much shorter but I believe the author was not only writing a story for us but also providing us with education about some very significant historical events in both the Ukraine and the USA during the early to mid 1900's. Some of the informative insights were at times a bit long winded so I did find myself skimming it however, some of it was very intriguing and memorable.
I know that Paullina Simons is renowned for her "epic" romances (none of which have ever come close to her Bronze Horseman trilogy - but I don't expect that). With this particular romance however, I was disappointed that it had to be from the angle of adultery and the poor mental health of one of the parties involved.
As for character development, I think the author has real talent for this and even though I didn't like the majority of characters including Finn and I found Isabelle to be quite off putting even though yes she was an amazingly strong and accomplished heroine who did go through such tragic events and survived a horrible ordeal. I also didn't like the way that Vanessa was portrayed even though I think the author did well in describing her condition - the comparisons between Isabelle & her were very stark and I didn't like the "goody" "baddy" depictions that both overtly and subliminally came from this. The couple of chapters touching on Vanessa's therapy in the sanatorium for 2 years (which was a strange amount of time to state) was interesting but was missing more depth and it didn't help to develop Vanessa's character enough.
What I did really enjoy about this novel were some of the very rich expressions and dialogue that the author is so gifted in producing - I think she has a really unique way with descriptions that paints a very vivid picture and really helps take the reader's imagination on a wild journey.
You can also tell that she has a lot of insight into the subject especially the reign of communism and it's atrocious effects.
Here are some excerpts I really enjoyed:
* Mirik was a reasonable man. Isabelle had swum all her years in the deep waters of tempestuous, impulsive, temperamental Lazars, each one more ferocious than the next. Isabelle needed the cool, still water of her level-headed husband.
* Isabelle seemed to adjust to her new situation better than Vanessa to the same old situation with the addition of a helping hand. Finn found it inexplicable that the woman who had escaped her homeland, presumably under some duress, who have been shipwrecked and was now alone, was adjusting better to her circumstances than the woman who had lived her life wrapped in cotton, slept on a bed of silk, had servants for every job in the house and whose single nervous malady seemed to be an overzealous need for organization and a slight antipathy to keeping time. However you weighed it, one woman played with the children and mimicked jokes, and the other woman grumbled. There was nothing so small that Vanessa could not blow it out of proportion.
* Isabelle may have shown the world a defiant, self-assured hardness, but now Finn knew. Just below her surface was the floodline of a shallow grave.
* Finn's business suffered more than most. An unemployed worker couldn't pay his mortgage or his loans, collateralized or not. And i they had a choice, they paid their mortgage first because families had to live somewhere. But increasingly, it wasn't even a choice. They couldn't pay either. Finn could raise the interest rate all he wanted, on his loans and his savings, deposits and his mortgages, it didn't matter. 1930 was a year of defaults, one after another, month after month. People couldn't pay their business loans, their personal loans. Few trusted the banks, and even fewer came in to open new accounts. What Finn got was desperate jobless people applying to borrow money. Money he know they would never be able to repay. Finn saw it snowballing the wrong way, and was powerless to stop it.
* "We believe Potapov said, "you are using your horses as a means of sabotage against the Soviet state"
"and how are we accomplishing this"? asked Roman standing next to his brother
"By having your female horses give birth only once a year"
"The gestation period for a mare is eleven months" Roman said, " I do not create a horse, Comrade Potapov, I merely breed it"
"You must do better! Why are your horses, which you are supposedly so famous for, giving birth to only one calf a year"? Potapov said. "Why is their pregnancy so long? Nearly a year? That is unacceptable. Couldn't you induce labour earlier and mate them again? Or you could see if there are ways to stimulate the horse to carry two calves instead of one? now that would be very productive"
* Potapov paid barely any attention to Yana's words or her departure. "We need to solve the horse problem! he said to the men. "The horses must product more than one calf!"
"You mean foal?: said Roman
"Whatever. and cows too - more than one foal"
"You mean calf" said Ostap
Foal, calf, whatever fucking thing! said Potapov. "But also, it's imperative that chickens make more than one egg a day"
"Lay more than one egg a day? said Roman
"More than one egg a day? said Ostap
"You mean to tell me with all your great expertise and technique, you have not found a way to make your farm animals more productive, comrade?" said Potapov. "This is why Comrade Zhuk and I believe you are actively sabotaging the Soviet efforts with your antiquated methods of animal reproduction!"
"Could the expert from Moscow please instruct us how to achieve these results." Roman said. "For the entirety of human stewardship over animals, chickens have laid one egg a day, mares foaled once a year and cows calved once a year"
"The capitalist infiltration is everywhere" Potapov said. "Even in animals. The Motherland reveres horses. We need more horses, more cows, more eggs. We must solve the horse problem, the chicken problem and the cow problem. To help the Motherland, we must!"
* "Comrade Lazar" Zhuk said, "don't tell us you are not partly responsible for the terrible horse attrition in Ukraine. In 1927, there were 130,0000 horses counted in your region. Last year, the number was only 40,000. I dread to think what the number will be this year, 15,000? Lower? Why is this happening if it's not intentional disruption?"
"Are you asking me about the socio-political situation in Ukraine, Comrade Zhuk? said Roman. "All I know is that last I had thirty horses and this year I have nineteen"
"You see!" cried Zhuk & Potapov in unison.
"I should have thirty-eight horses this year" Roman continued. "But many of my horses dies over the winter"
"Because you killed them Comrade Lazar"
"Because they were starving, Comrade Potapov" Roman said. "Because there wasn't enough to eat, and a weakened mare is not going to let a stallion near her when she knows she cannot carry a foal"
"You must force him!" Potapov cried
" I hope this is one of the questions before us on the agenda tonight" Roman said. "What do we do about the problem of the vital role that men horses - or as we like to call them on the farm, stallions - play in making pregnant our revered women horses? The stallions are starving, you see, comrade, and when the animal is hungry, it's simply not going to be in an amorous a mood. So how do we, in a Communist utopia, force a six hundred kilo horse to mount an unwilling, hungry, infertile woman horse and make her pregnant so that she can have two or three calf babies after about five or six months of pregnancy? We must figure this out" Roman said, "so I can do more for my part in the Revolution. But since it's midnight and we all must be up at sunrise to tend our farms, perhaps we can continue discussing the fascinating problem on the morrow?"
The discussion did not continue on the morro. That night Oleg Potapov was beaten to death. He'd had vodka by himself at the village centre and was drunkenly meandering down the street toward his boarding house when he was dragged into a side alley and killed with a blunt object that cracked his skull.
* Oh the fiction Finn wove to keep the truth from the one he loved. Was it cruelty or kindness? Was it that he didn't want his wife to worry? Or was he afraid her reaction would make it harder for him to hold it together? Was it for himself or for her that he kept pretending everything was all right?
* As the average American, one by one, hundred by hundred , million by million, kept losing his job, his car, his home, and sliding into default, so the bank's assets, one by one, dozen by dozen, hundred by hundred, kept sliding into default also.
* Isabelle was a toy boat thrown against the stormy will of others. Some who longed to leave, some who never could, baby boys who knew no better, an overprotective husband, a volatile brother, a violent sister-in-law, a gutless brother-in-law, and a mother who watched it all in agonized silence. Mirik was right. There was a lot to be anxious about.
* "But you know Isabelle, you can't keep comparing every single thing with the worst thing that has ever happened or is ever likely to happen. Just because thi sis not as bad doesn't mean it's good. 'That is true," Isabelle said. "But doesn't it help, little bit, to know how much worse it could be?"
* She spent the icy night forming and reforming herself, burning down, sweeping away, and then, in the morning, got up, cleaned herself up, fixed herself up, and got going.
* But January was a long month to live inside a snowed-in house, no matter how cozy it was. There was little wood, a shrinking supply of food and candles, dwindling coal, one deck of cards, and a mother- and sister-in-law whose main preoccupation was fretful agitation, salted by negative griping and petty grievances.
* Every morning Isabelle woke up and said hallelujah, and every night she went to sleep and said amen. The excitement and participation of Finn and his family reached extraordinary levels.
* As if she hadn't spoken, Omelian went on...."It was our duty to kill pregnant mothers picking of wheat from the fields. All of it was allowed and encouraged and right. We believed the Ukrainian farmer was trying to deliberately starve us to sabotage the Revolution, to upend our fight for fairness for all mankind, which was. most noble cause, the most valiant struggle. Therefore, his suffering was necessary. You may call us thugs, but we called ourselves idealists"
* "Why didn't you stay and fight?"
"How could I?" whispered Vanessa, her voice breaking. "I didn't ask him because I couldn't bear to have him look into my face and lie" She raised her hand to stop Crawford from speaking again. "I didn't ask him," she said in a collapsing, deadened voice, "because I couldn't bear to have him look into my face and tell me the truth" She burst into tears.
* "Vanessa let him go. You clearly don't love him. Let him be.
"What are you talking about?" she cried. "Of course I love him"
"Not one thing you've told me comes from the mouth of a wife who loves her husband. I've heard a lot about what he did wrong. He doesn't understand, he doesn't care, he works too hard, he drinks illegally, he brought you to the farm, he keeps asking you to outside. That's what I'm hearing. Anger. Contempt. Disrespect. Resentment. Not even between the lines do I hear love"
"The love is there. It's just covered with those other things"
"Not covered. Buried. As in dead"
* "Oh fine, but I've had a lot to be afraid of, she said. "The loss of my father's bank. His heart attack. Adders abandonment of my sister. Our sudden calamitous poverty. Our moving to an awful remote place in the middle of nowhere. My husband's love for another woman".
"Every one of the things you listed except for the last one has already happened and been dealt with by people other than you. You were nowhere to be found. You left your husband adrift and alone. He is responsible for his actions, but if you cast the one you say you love into a storm, you can't blame only him for finding a life raft. Some of that, you must own"
"I'm confused, do I clean or not?"
"You don't clean first. You clean last. You don't clean for coping. You clean for reward. This is your chance to do something about the thing you can still do something about, Vanessa. You want to save your marriage? Talk to Finn and then dust. Stop postponing the confrontation. Stalling only adds to your burdens. Say instead I will mop as a gift to myself - for facing the most difficult thing. Because to face a hard thing deserves applause, deserves reward. First you speak to him, then you scrub, knowing you have faced him. Sponge to your heart's content knowing you have earned it"
* "Has your way made life livable?" Crawford said. "For years you've been dusting the corners while your marriage fell apart. Now try dusting your marriage while your corners fall apart.
I fully expect that by the time you finish with the marriage and the fields and the cooking and the children, you will have so little energy for craping wax off candles that you will listen to Jack Benny, laugh a few times, and be out like a light"
* It's nothing, my love, she said with a forced smile willing her voice not to crack. "It's just my heartbreak making a little noise".