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approached this problem in a scientific way. I grafted a bit from every protagonist in Russian literature whom I admire. I took 10 per cent of Andrei Bolkonsky [from War and Peace], 10 per cent of Prince Myshkin [The Idiot], 10 per cent of Lermontov’s Pechorin [from Hero of our Time]. Then I added a recipe of my own design, mixed and stirred. At the beginning he looked like Frankenstein, a homunculus. Then miraculously he came to life . . .42
What do Prince Bolkonsky, Prince Myshkin, and Grigory Pechorin have in common that Akunin might have admired? Those three nineteenth-century Russian heroes are all aristocratic and to varying degrees disdainful or eccentric; they are attractive to women but flout society’s expectations; and (for very different reasons) each is fundamentally indifferent to the turmoil or suffering he causes in others. Their private lives are often shrouded from view; their public persona is invariably enigmatic and compelling. Each novel in the Fandorin series is dedicated “to the Nineteenth Century, when literature was great, the belief in progress boundless, and crimes were committed and solved with elegance and taste.”43 If only as the post-socialist ego ideal for a readership still uncertain how to come to terms with the twentieth century, Erast Fandorin is worth watching: a resplendent new Russian Hero for our Time.
Solzhenitsyn was not correct about postmodernism, of course: by no means is it always nihilistic or pessimistic. But he is certainly correct that Russian experiments in this realm are not to be reduced to a single moral standard. Nor will postmodernist authors, or their successors, relinquish their right to laugh at horror and annihilate it with their own playful devices. One efficient example of such postmodernist resistance is a poem by the recently deceased (d. 2007) Moscow Conceptualist Dmitry Prigov, “Dialogue No. 5.” This piece of quasi-doggerel short verse, Prigov’s favorite subversive form, is a contribution to the “Poet versus Tsar” theme in Russian literature, here cast as a conversation between Prigov and Stalin.44
To prepare for Prigov’s 46-line composition, let us recall the conversation between the fifteenth-century holy fool, Michael of Klopsko, and the monastery superior, discussed in Chapter 3. The Blessed Michael turns up at the monastery gate. Thesuperiorquestionshim; but insteadof answering, this yurodivyrepeats the question or throws it back at his interrogator unchanged. Prigov maneuvers his august interlocutor in a similarly holy-foolish manner. Stalin begins by shouting self-serving slogans, which Prigov dutifully repeats. Midway through, pilingupself-congratulatoryepithets,Stalin asks: “WhatelseisStalin?”towhich the poet responds with a subservient echo: “What else?” “The six great letters!”