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Tolstoy and I

I spent the last few days reading through Henri Troyat’s amazingly mimetic biography of Tolstoy--I wish I had a concrete critical point to make about this biography...but I don’t... But how can one really have a concrete critical point to make about the life of someone like Tolstoy - novelist par exellence, mystic-Christian, philosopher, and social revolutionary? All one can really do is absorb and synthesize things unconsciously. Maxim Gorky said that Tolstoy’s relationship to god was like “two bears in the same den”--a statement which seems totally appropriate to me after reading this biography. And it is a statement, I think, that could apply to most writers of real genius--through some quirk of nature, some people have an extraordinary capacity for life, a capacity that most of us can only wonder at. Tolstoy, in his lifetime, wrote two of the greatest novels ever written, many of the best short stories and novellas, hundreds of articles, a handful of plays, along with a dozen or so religious and philosophical tracks. He also was a veteran of the Crimean War, sired thirteen children, reformed and socialized his hereditary estate, attracted dozens of disciples, wrote thousands of letters, and became a man who garnered such universal respect and admiration that he could be said to rival the Czar himself for influence over national events. How does this happen? How does the energy of a whole generation seemingly get concentrated in the body and soul of one person? Again--I have no concrete critical answer here--but let the fact of Tolstoy’s existence--and any other person of energy, discipline, and genius (for all three are necessary for the total effect)--stand for itself. Human nature is extraordinary, marvelous, surprising. Reading biography--let me wax Emersonian here--is itself a kind of transcendent experience. And let me wax Heideggerian too--it is a way of thinking, a way of altering our mode of being. The life of Tolstoy, I’d like to suggest, atunes (or retunes) us to the possibility of genius as naturally occurring phenomenon - a sublime phenomenon like thunder on a summernight, or a sky crammed full of stars. MG