Boris Savinkov (1879–1925)

This novel by Russian terrorist icon Boris Savinkov is remarkably similar to his final work, Black Horse, leading one to believe that he chose the titles deliberately. The format is the same: short, dated entries as if from a diary. Both books feature protagonists named George, leaders who have become disillusioned from the struggle. Much is made of the relationships with women, which in both cases prove to be completely unsatisfying — to both people. Both books are full of casual violence and death.

And yet this first book was written before the Revolution, at a time when Russian terrorists like Savinkov and the double agent Ievno Azef were feted across Europe as heroes in the fight against tsarist autocracy. There is no idealism in this book nor was there any in the last novel, set a decade later during the Russian Civil War.

The story is a simple one — a small group of terrorists, presumably members of the Socialist Revolutionary Party, have been put into some provincial capital with the task of assassinating its governor. The governor is fearful of precisely such an event, so he is heavily guarded at all times. The attempts are repeatedly thwarted. Members of George’s small band are killed. The killing of the governor, when it comes, is anti-climactic.

Savinkov writes very well. Had he not chosen a career as a professional revolutionary, he might have become a famous Russian novelist. One of my favourite passages occurs very early in the book, in the opening scene in George’s hotel room:

“The hotel bores me to weariness. I know so well its hall-porter in his blue tunic, its gilt mirrors, its carpets. There is a shabby sofa in my room and dusty curtains. I have placed three kilograms of dynamite under the table. … I have headaches at night.”

Recommended.… (meer)

Boris Savinkov was possibly the most dangerous man in Russia. A leading figure in the Socialist Revolutionary Party’s Combat Organisation, he was the scourge of the Romanovs in their final years. When the tsarist regime finally collapsed, Savinkov fell in with the Kerensky government, and supported its policy of continuing Russian involvement in the World War. This was to prove its downfall.

Following the Bolshevik coup d’etat in November 1917, Savinkov went into opposition, organising armed resistance to the new Communist government. He allied himself with foreign governments, monarchists and other dodgy characters. This novel — his last before his capture by the Cheka and execution — tells the story of men like himself, and Makhno and Antonov, who strove to lead peasant rebellions against the Soviets.

The book is a fast-paced, honest account of what he saw. Its violence is unflinching and horrifying. Several times when the narrator, the commander of one of the “Green” partisan groups, sees something he disapproves of among his men, he casually orders them to be flogged, hanged or shot. In the end he realises that not much separate his “bandits” from their enemies, as both sides engage in a merciless fight to the death. A compelling novel — and what a pity that it can only be found today in a few libraries.… (meer)