The Noise of Time
by Julian Barnes is a collection of three moments in the life of the Russian
composer Dmitri Shostakovich. The first
takes place in 1936 when Shostakovich is 31 years old; the second in 1948, when
he is 43, and the third in 1960 when he is 65.
Each section begins with the phrase “All he knew was that this was the
worst time.” Each section centers around a terrible event in Shostakovich’s
life, but is also the occasion for reminiscing about his life to that
time. And each is in a leap year, which
everyone in Russia knows brings bad luck.
The first section centers on Stalin’s decision to ban
Shostakovich’s opera Lady Macbeth of Mtsensk.
Although the opera had been performed to applause earlier in Russia and
in the West, Stalin first heard it in 1936 and left before the end of the
performance. The next day the opera was
reviewed in Pravda with the title “Muddle Instead of Music.” The second section deals with with a visit by Shostakovich (who was then the most famous composer in Russia) to New York as part of
the Russian delegation to the Congress for World Peace. There he was forced to deliver an
anti-American speech which included condemnation of decadent American music, and specifically that of his idol Stravinsky.
In the final section he has been forced to accept appointment as
Chairman of the Russian Federation Union of Composers and consequently forced
to become a member of the Communist Party.
Julian Barnes shows Shostakovich in these three
Conversations with Power balanced among the need to continue writing music that
can be performed, his fear that he will be killed if he protests, and his cowardice at betraying his principles
by aligning with Power. The “solution” Barnes has Shostakovich takes is “irony”: a stance that
acknowledges both his need to write music and his need to accommodate his
principles and beliefs to an authoritarian system that arbitrarily banishes or
murders its supposed opponents (and their families):
All his life he had
relied on irony. He imagined that the
trait had been born in the usual place: in the gap between how we imagine, or
suppose, or hope life will turn out, and the way it actually does. So Irony becomes a defence of the self and
the soul; it lets your breathe on a day-to-day basis.
One of the larger questions that has been raised about
Shostakovich was the degree to which he believed or opposed the Soviet ideological positions he was forced
to take in public--and concomitantly, the degree to which his music adhered to
or resisted a Soviet musicology. These
questions were present during Shostakovich’s life and continue to be a part of
his legacy. They became even more
intense in 1979 when a book entitled Testimony,
purporting to be Shostakovich’s memoirs, were published by the Russian musicologist
Solomon Volkov. Testimony portrays Shostakovich as a dissident and his music as
veiled criticism of Soviet authoritarianism.
The legitimacy of the book—was it really written by Shostakovich or not—became
an academic battle, sometimes called The Shostakovich Wars.
Barnes is not writing a biography, and in the
Afterword he states that he uses the views expressed in Testimony as those of a “private diary.” Thus Barnes’ Shostakovich is a complex person
who spent his life negotiating the real and potentially fatal dangers of writing music in
an authoritarian regime. This produces
an equally complex novel, where the reader wanders between demonstrable
historical fact, potentially autobiographical information, and the novelist’s
examination of the responsibility of the artist to music and music to society.
The title of the book is borrowed from Osip Mandelstam’s
memoirs, and is hence another irony—because Mandelstam, unlike Shostakovich—was
outspoken in his criticism of Stalin and died in a transit camp during the
Great Exile. Shostakovich puts music
against the noise of time, but “only that music which is inside ourselves—the music
of our being—which is transformed by some into real music. Which, over the decades, if it is strong and
true and pure enough to drown out the noise of time, is transformed into the
whisper of history.”
In Julian Barnes’ novel, Shostakovich’s last wish is that
“death would liberate his music: liberate it from his life.” That it should be “just music” is “all a composer can hope for.” The
Noise of Time makes one wonder if such a liberation is possible.
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But, it turns out, Mandelstam loved the noise that time made . . . how we had to live with and within it, how we could not really escape it, how we contributed to it, unintentionally or not. How one had to make one's poetry out of it.
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What a wonderful book, and what a wonderful blog post on it.
Thank you for your post and for creating a conversation. I wonder if Barnes has Shostokovich "dismiss" the noise of time because he was a musician and music doesn't have semantic (or ideological) content?Mandelshtam was a writer and words (unlike music) are "messy" and necessarily bring noise and life whenever they appear. Just a thought. . . .
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