What a great disappointment! Who would think that the "Russian Shakespeare" would assemble, of his own volition, this collection of his short stories, to publish in book form, that would be so lacking in any discernible merit! When these stories did not get past the censors he gave up on them; they were only to see the light of day 130 years later. Chekhov's stories are noted for their sensitivity and humor, but these are simply NOT funny! Worse, the 'voice' in every single one, are mean-spirited, precocious put downs of characters who are straw men (and women) who are simply stereotypes. Simply insufferable! And the ninety minutes it took me to read them (thankfully short!) I will never get back. Uncle Vanya and the Cherry Orchard now go to the back of the queue! ( )

This collection of all-new stories by the young Anton Chekhov published this summer by New York Review of Books @nyrb reveals an artist desperate to make a living. He was twenty-two years old and collected these stories hoping to launch his career, but they were never published. Illustrated by Nikolay Chekhov, Anton’s older brother, it was censored before it could come out.

When you read the stories you may be surprised, as I was, at what the censors deemed subversive. The stories are broad comedy, slapstick satires, and absurd parodies of Jules Verne and Victor Hugo. The story “St Peter’s Day” reminds me of Jerome Jerome’s Three Men in a Boat, it is so filled with manly boasting and ridiculously goofy repartee. But there is a razor streak of criticism in there and Chekhov gives no quarter. An old peasant accompanying a hunting party drifts off while the other men, middle class and aspiring, buffoonishly discuss where to avoid other rotters who were meanwhile taking the best spots. I kept expecting the old peasant to show up with a hunting bag full while the others expounded, but he never did. The others just left him there.

Translator Maria Bloshsteyn in the Introduction puts these early stories into a perspective that includes Chekhov’s later works. The old peasant left by the hunting party, Bloshsteyn tells us, appears again in Chekhov’s last play The Cherry Orchard. And the social critique of marriage, Russian life, and social strictures that appears in “Artists’ Wives” and “The Temperaments” foreshadows all of Chekhov’s work. A quick look through The Complete Plays by Chekhov, translated and annotated by Laurence Senelick (2006) shows only the late plays of Chekhov not to be “comedic anarchy.” When Chekhov dropped the broad humor for his late plays, his work still had bite but was even more damaging than his humor. “Uncle Vanya,” for instance, exhibits many of the broad categories of personality shown in his early stories but seems almost despairing.

A quote of Chekhov’s chosen for the cover of the above-mentioned collected plays shows his resistance to government interference in daily life:

”My holy of holies is the human body, health, intelligence, talent, inspiration, love, and the most absolute freedom imaginable, freedom from violence and lies, no matter what form the latter two take.”

Chekhov trained as a doctor in the 1880s. During his residency he began publishing short humorous pieces in magazines as he was the economic mainstay of his extended family. Knowing of his extensive education adds to our enjoyment of his snide observations, and may explain the quote in which he expresses "the human body" and "health" first among his holy of holies.

In “Artists’ Wives,” a short story in The Prank, Chekhov takes a swipe at those living the bohemian life, which included himself:

”Madam Tanner’s vice consisted of eating like a normal human being. This vice of his wife’s struck Tanner to his very heart. 'I will reeducate her!' he said. Once he set himself that goal, he got to work on Madame Tanner. First he weaned her off breakfasts and suppers, and then off tea, A year after her marriage, Madame Tanner was preparing one course for dinner instead of four. Two years after her marriage, she learned to be satisfied with unbelievably small amounts of food. Namely, during the course of twenty-four hours, she would ingest the following quantities of nourishing substances:
1 gram of salts
5 grams of protein
2 grams of fat
7 grams of water (distilled)
1 1/23 grams of Hungarian wine
Total: 16 1/23 grams
We do not include gases here because science is not yet able to determine accurately the quantities of gases that we take in."

In “The Temperaments (Based on the Latest Scientific Findings)” Chekhov describes the “humours” of man, that is to say, how the “Sanguine Temperament in a Male” exhibits:

“The Sanguine male is readily influenced by all his experiences, which is the cause…of his frivolity…he is rude to teachers, doesn’t get haircuts, doesn’t shave, wears glasses, and scribbles on walls. He is a bad student but manages to graduate…”

We read on for two pages and then get the description of “Sanguine Temperament in a Female.”

“The sanguine female is the most bearable of women, at least when not stupid.”

That’s all. We learn about the “Choleric Temperament” (“the choleric man is bilious with a yellow-gray face…” and “the choleric female is a devil in a skirt…”), the “Phlegmatic Temperament” (“the phlegmatic male is a likable man…”), and the “Melancholic Temperament,” none of which reassure us that human life is worth the resources needed to sustain it.

In “Papa,” the mother of a son failing in school sounds remarkably current:

”Papa, go to the math teacher and tell him to give the boy a good grade. Tell him that he knows his math but that his health is poor. That’s why he can’t cater to everyone’s whims. Force him to do it!”

In “Before the Wedding,” a father speaks with his daughter, the bride to be:

”And, my daughter…European civilization got women thinking that the more children a woman has, the worse for her. How wrong! It’s a lie! The more children, the merrier! No, wait! It’s just the opposite! My mistake, sweetie. Less children—that’s what it is. I read it in some journal the other day—something someone named Malthus came up with.”

Anyway, this is Chekhov unbound, young, exuberant, and silly. His parody of Jules Verne is classic while the one of Victor Hugo sounds more like Chekhov than Hugo. It may have been the translation he had, no? This is Chekhov’s take:

”Then thunder rolled. She fell upon my chest. A man’s chest—it is a woman’s fortress. I clasped her in my embrace. Both of us cried out. Her bones cracked. A galvanic current ran through our bodies. A passionate kiss…”

I put a couple pictures of the illustrations in my blogpost.


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When Chekhov was 22, he assembled what he thought was the best of his writing so far, with illustrations by his brother Nikolay, but was unable to get it past the censors, despite his best efforts to eliminate what might be troubling to them. While certain of the stories have since been published and translated, this NYRB edition is the first in any language to present the entire volume as Chekhov put it together (with the delightful illustrations, too).

The stories vary in quality and style (for example, he parodies both Jules Verne and Victor Hugo), but the best are up to Chekhov's later work. Many of them are satirical; all poke fun at the pretentious. Chekhov shows in this early effort the quality that shines throughout all his work: the ability to look (somewhat) compassionately at individual and varied characters, even if they "represent" a class of people. As the translator says about these stories in her introduction:

"To readers of English I hope they have the effect of an early photograph of someone met in middle age. At first, the unlined young face may seem jarringly unfamiliar. But look more closely, see the smiling eyes and the familiar features. 'Yes that's him. Of course, that's him,' you will say. 'Time has changed him but it's still the same man.'" p. xiv

I particularly enjoyed the satirical "Artists' Wives," the pointed "Papa," and the dark but humorous"St. Peter's Day" (the best story in the book), but I also liked many of the other lighter-weight stories, including "Chase Two Rabbits, Catch None," "A Sinner from Toledo," and "Before the Wedding."

This would not make a good introduction to Chekhov, but for a Chekhov fan it was a treat.

Satires, send-ups, tales of student life, artistic ambition, hunting parties, troubled families, love and betrayal, these twelve stories, accompanied by Nikolay’s illustrations, display the zest, energy, humor, and unsparing insight that were Chekhov’s from the start.

A depiction of Russian life through humor, candor with a subtle gritty rawness, innuendo only the talented Chekhov achieves with intellectual insight. Descriptive and original, full of verve, relationships paraded with their flaws. Quite entertaining, I’m biased given I am a huge Chekov fan and of Russian literature in general, a favorite genre. Entertaining collection of twelve short stories, all appealing.

Artists Wives
A satire on Russian bohemian lifestyle from an artist apartment complex. Funny.

Papa
Addresses corruption of Russian society as a father attempts to bribe his sons arithmetic teacher for a passing grade.

St Peters Day
A hunting trip with an eclectic group of men. The harsh treatment towards others demonstrated, social class explored. ( )