I really wanted to enjoy this book - I was so drawn to the premise that I bought it completely on spec, which I rarely do. But to be blunt, it was a slog for me.
I want to say up front that I don’t doubt the considerable work that Sophy Roberts put into The Lost Pianos of Siberia. I respect the dedication involved in making multiple trips, over the course of a few years, to a region not known for its accessibility or comfort for travellers. And her passion and the sheer volume of research she has undertaken is also obvious - but this is also part of the problem. This is a 448 page book, which purports to be for ‘the general reader’ and around a quarter of it consists of appendices, including source notes, quote & photo attributions and a large ‘selected’(!) bibliography - this should tell you something. It feels laden with information, in the worst sense of the word, and ultimately like a collection of manuscripts in search of a narrative - the piano search is a framing device, at best. Throughout it all, Roberts seems desperate to show her (undoubtedly significant) working, with reams of anecdotes, quotes, segues and dense historiography - at some cost to both her narrative and her own voice. In trying to tie all her experiences and research into one book, she’s created a text that feels simultaneously bloated and insubstantial.
The Lost Pianos of Siberia could have been 3 separate books, and not just because of the sheer density of secondary information within. To be fair, Roberts herself highlights a certain artifice in the loose ‘chronological’ structure of the book in her author’s note, but there is a palpable episodic feeling to various sections, where connections to previous chapters feel forced or vague. The purported piano quest intermingles with half-realised adventures (a search for Siberian tigers, unrealised trips to the Russian Arctic territories) and meandering historical context which, while often interesting, feels like it belongs to another book. I appreciate her desire for academic rigour, but Roberts’ writing often becomes dense and overly reliant on quoting famous sources when relaying historical information. The magazine article origins of other chapters (Roberts is a practicing journalist and some trips to Siberia were undertaken in this role) are betrayed by brisk, surface level colour-commentary and tidy conclusions, which feel at odds with the more academic swathes of quotations, historical anecdotes and genealogy that surround them. And at times, Roberts also adopts a slightly breathless, lyrical approach - particularly during interviews with Siberian residents and in her description of landscape and fauna. Her passion for the region and its residents is clear, and at times infectious, but also rather undercut by a tendency to try and find poetic and thematic meaning in nearly every vista and interaction - helpfully summarised at the end of the chapter, of course! There seems to me to be a contradiction in the way that Roberts continually emphasises the breadth, variety and ‘otherness’ of Siberia while also ascribing a certain homogeneous sense of universality to its culture and the ‘spirit’ of the people. She is refreshingly open in admitting that she is writing from a western perspective (this admission of inherent bias is often rare in travel writing), but by classing Siberia as basically everything east of the Urals, it feels like a missed opportunity to explore a racially, culturally and socially complex region with more nuance.
TLDR: I found it too unfocused to work as a history of Russia, or Russia’s relationship with pianos and piano music; too dense and episodic to work as a satisfying travel narrative; and too affected to work as a meaningful reflection on Siberia and its inhabitants.