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review 2017-01-22 17:28
IMPERIUM: JONAH IN THE BELLY OF THE SOVIET/RUSSIAN BEAR
Imperium - Ryszard Kapuściński

Ryszard Kapuściński was a man of many talents. With respect to his book, "IMPERIUM", I will be focusing on his skills as a travel writer and journalist.

 

In "IMPERIUM", Kapuściński shares with the reader his perspectives of his lifelong experiences with the Soviet Union (which was the very embodiment of "Imperium"), its culture, and people. This began for Kapuściński, as a 7-year old boy, in his hometown of Pińsk in Eastern Poland in the latter part of 1939, following the Soviet occupation of the eastern half of the country as a result of the Molotov-Ribbentrop non-aggression pact signed by Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union in August of that year. The Soviets did not waste any time in imposing the Russian language and culture upon the Poles through intimidation, terror, deportation, and murder. Kapuściński writes of this experience with a clear-eyed, penetrating poignancy.

 

Then fast forward 20 years and Kapuściński makes his first visit to the Soviet Union. Though it is then the early post-Stalin era, he shares with the reader the excessive reserve and guardedness of people he encountered wherever he travelled. Foreigners for the average Soviet citizen were viewed with dread, suspicion, and fear. It was deemed wise to avoid them, or should that not prove possible, say little to them.

 

Kapuściński would return to the Soviet Union in 1967 and again, in the late 1980s and early 1990s as the country became rife with dissent in various regions (who remembers the fight over Nagorno-Karabakh between the Soviet republics of Armenia and Azerbaijan?), caught up in an abortive coup by Soviet hardliners in August 1991, and was formally dissolved 4 months later (Christmas Day) by the Soviet Union's last General Secretary, Mikhail Gorbachev.

 

Through his travels, Kapuściński shares with the reader his encounters with various people from all walks of life that add lots of spiciness and raw reality to his narrative. For example, Genady Nikolayevich, a 50 year old recently retired coal miner (Kapuściński met him in the late 1980s) who spent most of his life in Vorkuta, a city in Northern Russia around the Arctic Circle which was founded as a work camp (gulag) under Stalin. Subsequently, as the gulags lost their importance following Stalin's death, Vorkuta became a full-fledged mining town. A magnet for anyone in search of a job who was willing to accept the work hazards and the vagaries of the weather.

 

For anyone anxious to learn something about what the Soviet Union was like on a personal level from Stalin to Gorbachev, as well as varied views on what developed in the Soviet Union between 1985 and its dissolution in 1991, read "IMPERIUM." For me, the book tended to reinforce my views of the Soviet Union/Russia as a rather cold and at times forbidding country. (Aside from St. Petersburg and Odessa, I have no desire - as a tourist - to explore the country further.)

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review 2016-02-07 20:00
Travels with Herodotus by Ryszard Kapuściński
Travels with Herodotus - Ryszard Kapuściński,Klara Glowczewska

 

Description: From the master of literary reportage whose acclaimed books include Shah of Shahs, The Emperor, and The Shadow of the Sun, an intimate account of his first youthful forays beyond the Iron Curtain.

Just out of university in 1955, Kapuscinski told his editor that he’d like to go abroad. Dreaming no farther than Czechoslovakia, the young reporter found himself sent to India. Wide-eyed and captivated, he would discover in those days his life’s work—to understand and describe the world in its remotest reaches, in all its multiplicity. From the rituals of sunrise at Persepolis to the incongruity of Louis Armstrong performing before a stone-faced crowd in Khartoum, Kapuscinski gives us the non-Western world as he first saw it, through still-virginal Western eyes.

The companion on his travels: a volume of Herodotus, a gift from his first boss. Whether in China, Poland, Iran, or the Congo, it was the “father of history”—and, as Kapuscinski would realize, of globalism—who helped the young correspondent to make sense of events, to find the story where it did not obviously exist. It is this great forerunner’s spirit—both supremely worldly and innately Occidental—that would continue to whet Kapuscinski’s ravenous appetite for discovering the broader world and that has made him our own indispensable companion on any leg of that perpetual journey.


Opening: Before Herodotus sets out on his travels, ascending rocky paths, sailing a ship over the seas, riding on horseback through the wilds of Asia; before he happens upon the mistrustful Scythians, discovers the wonders of Babylon, and plumbs the mysteries of the Nile; before he experiences a hundred different places and sees a thousand inconceivable things, he will appear for a moment in a lecture on ancient Greece, which Professor Bieźuńska-Malowist delivers twice weekly to the first-year students in Warsaw University’s department of history.

The best part of this book is where us readers get a glimpse at the times when Kapuściński is setting out on his fledgling career

Herodotus’s opus appeared in the bookstores in 1955. Two years had passed since Stalin’s death. The atmosphere became more relaxed, people breathed more freely. Ilya Ehrenburg’s novel 'The Thaw' had just appeared, its title lending itself to the new epoch just beginning. Literature seemed to be everything then. People looked to it for the strength to live, for guidance, for revelation.

I overheard a conversation in the adjoining room and recognized Mario’s voice. I would find out later that it was a discussion about how to dress me, seeing as how I had arrived sporting fashions à la Warsaw Pact 1956. I had a suit of Cheviot wool in sharp, gray-blue stripes—a double-breasted jacket with protruding, angular shoulders and overly long, wide trousers with large cuffs. I had a pale-yellow nylon shirt with a green plaid tie. Finally, the shoes—massive loafers with thick, stiff soles.


Here he is, in his yellow shirt!

First stop Delhi, where Kapuściński starts to learn English via a secondhand Hemmingway picked up in a bazaar, then a trip to Benares to catch the sunrise from the steps.



At Sealdah train station, Culcutta, Kapuściński encounters poverty and distress that beggars belief:
They were refugees from a civil war, which ended but a few years earlier, between Hindus and Muslims, a war which saw the birth of independent India and Pakistan and which resulted in hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions of dead and many millions of refugees.


At this point I mentally digess into the thought that it is everyone's duty on this speck of dust in the universe, to help other star children in every which way one can and leave the law to deal roundly with any criminals.

Hyderabad

It is blatantly clear to this reader now, and to K back then, that he was out of his depth when it came to informative, objective reporting at this early stage:

Later I traveled to Madras and Bangalore, to Bombay and Chandigarh. In time I grew convinced of the depressing hopelessness of what I had undertaken, of the impossibility of knowing and understanding the country in which I found myself. India was so immense. How can one describe something that is—and so it seemed to me—without boundaries or end?

India was my first encounter with otherness, the discovery of a new world. It was at the same time a great lesson in humility. Yes, the world teaches humility. I returned from this journey embarrassed by my own ignorance, at how ill read I was. I realized then what now seems obvious: a culture would not reveal its mysteries to me at a mere wave of my hand; one has to prepare oneself thoroughly and at length for such an encounter.


So K comes home and bones up on English language, Herodotus, and all things culturally Indian, whereupon he is promptly sent to China! The result is the same, he is so overwhelmed at the vastness of the subject. How I would love to go back to that young man as he wrings his hands at his desk back in Poland, and whisper in his ear that not one ounce of travelling and research was wasted, for in a few years all you will draw upon this broadening of the mind to become one of the world's best known travel journalists.

And so our intrepid green-stick flies to Africa: Cairo, Khartoum, smokes a little ganga for the first time, goes to a Satchmo concert, then into the Congo, all the while reading Herodotus, which I now have a burning urge to revisit.

5* The Shadow of the Sun
3* Travels with Herodotus
4* Imperium
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review 2014-11-11 16:03
Cesarz
Cesarz - Ryszard Kapuściński Rewelacyjna książka! Miałem okazję przemierzyć Etiopię śladami Kapuścińskiego. Polecam
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review 2014-10-06 00:00
Autoportret reportera
Autoportret reportera - Ryszard Kapuściński Po lekturze książki “Kapuściński non-fiction” Artura Domosławskiego bardziej krytycznie podchodzę do twórczości Kapuścińskiego. Autora interesuje dzianie się historii, jej stawanie się. Krytykuje spłaszczenie faktów- jednak tak często ją koloryzował, uwypuklając pewne aspekty, inne zaś pomijając. Autor uprawia “photoshopowy realizm”. Zapytany o prawdę w reportażu stwierdza: “u mnie nie ma fikcji” - przecież to kłamstwo. Wystarczy przeczytać Cesarza i skonfrontować to z literaturą faktu. Pytany o naciski reżymu komunistycznego - niby mówi o sobie, ale ucieka od prawdy, nigdy nie przyznał się, że był członkiem PZPR i współpracownikiem SB. Pomimo wielkiego szacunku dla talentu pisarskiego Kapuścińskiego stwierdzam, że jego wierność prawdzie jest dość luźna i fabularna. Sięgnę po inne książki Autora(choć większość przeczytałem) , jak po świetne powieści, ale nie reportaże.
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review 2014-09-07 00:00
Kapuściński non-fiction
Kapuściński non-fiction - Artur Domosławski Po lekturze mam zmieszane odczucia, jak pomarańcze, z których wczoraj zrobiłem sok. Przeczytałem wiele książek Kapuścińskiego, zawsze z przekonaniem, że opisuje prawdę. Oczy otworzyły mi się podczas pobytu w Etiopii. Zacząłem wtedy pytać: jak było z tym Cesarzem? Kapuściński fałszował rzeczywistość i obrazy postaci w swoich książkach i pewnie myślał, że ktoś postąpi w ten sposób pisząc o nim. Cóż za zdziwienie. Domosławski okazuję się jednak wierny rzeczywistości i faktom. Ceni prawdę bardziej niż obiegowe opinie i ludzkie względy. Biografia ukazuje człowieka wielu zalet i talentów wielkiego PISARZA, odsłania też tę drugą ciemną stronę. Kapuściński mawiał: zanim napiszesz jedną stronę - przeczytaj sto. Widać, że Domosławski doczytał, także między wierszami. Przedstawia to obiektywnie, bez ferowania wyroków, czy osądzania. Czy można mieć za złe Domosławskiemu, że ukazał prawdziwą Osobę? Według mnie - NIE. Można mieć za złe Kapuścińskiemu, że ukrywał swe prawdziwe oblicze kreując legendę reportera bez skazy. Polecam.
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