The Last Summer (Peter Owen Modern Classics) [Paperback]

Boris Pasternak (Author), George Reavey (Translator)

Book Description

Publication Date: December 31, 2000 | Series: Peter Owen Modern Classic

The Last Summer is set in Russia during the winter of 1916, when the book’s central character, Serezha, pays a visit to his married sister. Tired after the long journey, he falls into a restless sleep and half-remembers, half-dreams the incidents of the last summer of peace before the First World War, "when life appeared to pay heed to individuals." As tutor in a wealthy, unsettled Moscow household, he focuses his intense romanticism on Mrs Arild, the employer’s paid companion, while spending his nights with the prostitute Sashka and others. In this evocation of Russia immediately prior to the Revolution, the characters are subtly etched against their social backgrounds, and Pasternak imbues the commonplace with his own intense and poetic vision.

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Text: English, Russian (translation) --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

About the Author

Boris Pasternak famously refused the Nobel Prize, making himself a household name in the West. The award led to such pressure from the government that he was forced to decline the award, which led to his expulsion from the Writer’s Union.

Product Details

• Paperback: 94 pages
• Publisher: Peter Owen Ltd (December 31, 2000)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0720610990
• ISBN-13: 978-0720610994
• Product Dimensions: 7.3 x 4.9 x 0.3 inches
• Shipping Weight: 3.4 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 3.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (1 customer review)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,806,867 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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7 of 7 people found the following review helpful:

3.0 out of 5 stars A rare prose work from the author of 'Doctor Zhivago'., September 21, 2001

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This review is from: The Last Summer (Peter Owen Modern Classics) (Paperback)

Pasternak's novella is more of an extended prose poem - its movement is not through narrative or character, but the flux of imagery, both observational and metaphorical. An invalided Russian soldier arrives in 1916 at a remote factory town near the Urals to stay with his married sister; he rests after the long train journey, and reminisces, or dreams, about the months preceding the outbreak of World War One, his graduation from college, his job as a tutor with a wealthy, unhappily married family, his relations with various women (his sister, his mistress, her paid companion, prostitutes).

This slight story is merely a frame on which is hung the overpowering expression of a developing artistic sensibility, as it transforms the world around it - the sights, sounds and smells; the description of storms, city streets, parks, dust-winds, snows. The language is continually, fluidly metamorphosing, in keeping with the artist's mind, so that the reader is continually jolted and carried away from thought to evocation to feeling. In this world, the human beings are passive, phantom-like, while things, objects, nature, have an active, conscious power.

Like Joyce's similar 'Portrait of the artist as a young man', this dense poetry of autobiography and bildungsroman strives towards the creation of a work of art, in this case a rather portentous drama (which is apparently devastatingly beautiful in the Russian); while the reader is always conscious of the shadows of war and Revolution (the book was published in 1934).

According to Lydia Slater in the introduction, George Reavey's translation came out at a time (1959; revised 1960) when hundreds of inferior, rushed translations were cashing in on the success of 'Doctor Zhivago' and the author's Nobel Prize refusal - she says 'it is surprising to find that some translations from Pasternak really do have something in common with the original text'. Reavey captures the density of Pasternak's language and his jarring stylistic effects, but he rarely captures that 'pure and undiluted poetry', that 'drama and lyricism' Slater finds in the original. In any case, Pasternak's illumination of the mundane and of awakening consciousness seem, to me, to lack the magic or humour of Nabokov's contemporary Russian work.