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New Jerusalem Monastery, seventeenth-century Moscow. Patriarch Nikon has instructed an itinerant French dramatist to stage the New Testament and hasten the Second Coming. But this will be a strange form of theatre. The actors are untrained, illiterate Russian peasants, and nobody is allowed to play Christ. They are persecuted, arrested, displaced, and ultimately replaced by their own children. Yet the rehearsals continue... A stunning reflection on art, history, religion and national identity, Rehearsals is the seminal work in the unique oeuvre of Vladimir Sharov, Russian Booker Prize winner (2014) and author of Before & During (Read Russia award for best translation, 2015).
'The clarity and directness of Sharov's prose - wonderfully rendered by Oliver Ready - are disconcerting, almost hallucinatory. His writing is at times funny, at times so piercingly moving, so brimful of unassuaged sorrow, that it causes a double-take. How did I get here? is a question his reader will likely ask gain and again.'
Rachel Polonsky, New York Review of Books
344 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2003
In the Bible God creates and God rests, He suffers and grieves, feels sadness and remorse, He walks, sees, speaks, looks, hears, remembers, smells, He loves and envies, rejoices and rages, punishes and forgives; He has eyes and ears and strong hands in which He holds the sceptre and the enemy-slaying sword… God really is like that and really does feel all these things, for our rage and joy, our remorse and sadness, our attitude towards the true and the false are also created in the image and likeness of His rage and joy, His sorrow and love.
‘Such a terrible thing – to reject your past, to write off all, or almost all, your life. Everything that was in it is declared evil and false, torn out by the roots, and no one can emerge from this process with their health intact. Yes, the thrill of a newly discovered truth may suppress the past, may allow it to be forgotten, but behind you everything is empty and dead. And there’s something else: being born from an idea rather than a mother’s womb makes everything artificial and unnatural, and the world created within and around themselves by those who’ve rewritten their life, who’ve managed to purify themselves and be reborn, is just as artificial.’