It’s neither a compelling title or a compelling cover (though I can forgive the title for plot purposes. It comes from the Song of Songs. We’ll get to that. :P)
I’m also kinda worried that I didn’t give this book a fair shake. I had a lot of other stuff going on as I read it; I was distracted! It’s like part of my brain was impressed by many aspects of this novel, but the rest was watching the STATION ELEVEN adaptation. :P Would be nice to think that I could engage in multiple activities over one timespan and judge them all fairly, but maybe not!
Anywho. This book takes place between the late-19th and early-20th century in Imperial Russia. Our protagonist, Miriam, narrates some interstitial chapters at the end of the timeline, from her prison in Siberia. The rest of the story is dedicated to her formative years.
Miriam grew up during some crazy times. A Jew from a shtetl in Belarus (I have reinvigorated feelings, because I recently learned that my great-grandfather’s parents immigrated to the US from Minsk,) she grew up in a religious home, but slowly got more and more involved in the Bund, a Jewish socialist movement. This ultimately led to her arrest when she shot a guard who was raiding her safe house.
So, a lot going on here! One can’t accuse Richler of being too simplistic with the narrative. We start with the tragic story of Miriam’s mother’s suicide, shortly after her daughter was born, and how her stillborn son was like a ghost presiding over the family. Miriam was raised by her stepmother, Tsila, who could have been the one-dimensional evil sort, especially given her attitude in the beginning. But instead, though not with the emotional affectation that’s popular in the West today, Tsila educated and looked after Miriam. Also nursed her to health after a debilitating illness, which is where the title comes in. It’s uttered like some sort of miracle cure.
And the plot only gets more complicated from there! We follow Tsila as she works as a dressmaker and pines for a birth child, there’s drama in Miriam’s past about her true parentage, there’s the ups and downs of poverty in an oppressive regime and then there’s Miriam’s growing involvement in the Bund, largely due to the company she finds along the way.
Some of that company actually comes from Tsila’s sister, Bayla. Bayla was supposed to marry Leib, but the two of them disappear to Kiev without a firm, traditional understanding. Meanwhile, after the Kishinev pogrom, Tsila and Miriam’s father decide it’s not safe to stay in Russia as Jews, and they book passage to Argentina. Tsila warily sends Miriam to bring Bayla back, if she can, but Miriam’s involvement in terrorist revolutionary activity only grows. She spends months in prison (for distributing pamphlets) and then moves around with Bayla from safehouse to safehouse. And then the shooting I mentioned earlier happens. And Miriam, from six years later, writes notes to her daughter, whom Bayla has taken to Canada.
These interstitial chapters didn’t really work for me. They were too fleeting; I couldn’t latch on and care much about the action or characters. I wish Richler had just stuck to the main storyline, and maybe even excised the whole affair-with-Leib-surprise-pregnancy thing altogether. She had so many other bits of backstory that would’ve been more interesting to me. (I missed me some Wolf, with his enigmatic upbringing and refreshingly nuanced, if cynical, take on the world. “I knew…which structure I personally believed most responsible for the devaluing of human life…the human heart. And where will we be if we smash it?”)
Still, overall, I was impressed by this reckoning with history. Richler made these times in the Russian Revolution feel gritty and real. She also wove in specific Jewish concerns with the rising violent antisemitism, and it never felt like a textbook. I also appreciated that both the Bund and religious Judaism felt three-dimensional (and not like the villainous entities they each painted each other out to be. :P) Honestly, part of me thinks I should rate this book higher and extoll its virtues more. But eh. At the end of the day I’ll stick with the impression I formed when reading. Good stuff, but not a fiver.