Sunday, April 1, 2018

The Sweet Life in Paris: Delicious Adventures in the World's Most Glorious - and Perplexing - City Paperback – March 1, 2011 by David Lebovitz (BroadwayBooks) (IBRCookBooks)



Like so many others, David Lebovitz dreamed about living in Paris ever since he first visited the city in the 1980s. Finally, after a nearly two-decade career as a pastry chef and cookbook author, he moved to Paris to start a new life. Having crammed all his worldly belongings into three suitcases, he arrived, hopes high, at his new apartment in the lively Bastille neighborhood. 

But he soon discovered it's a different world en France.

From learning the ironclad rules of social conduct to the mysteries of men's footwear, from shopkeepers who work so hard not to sell you anything to the etiquette of working the right way around the cheese plate, here is David's story of how he came to fall in love with—and even understand—this glorious, yet sometimes maddening, city.

When did he realize he had morphed into un vrai parisien? It might have been when he found himself considering a purchase of men's dress socks with cartoon characters on them. Or perhaps the time he went to a bank with 135 euros in hand to make a 134-euro payment, was told the bank had no change that day, and thought it was completely normal. Or when he found himself dressing up to take out the garbage because he had come to accept that in Paris appearances and image mean everything. 

The more than fifty original recipes, for dishes both savory and sweet, such as Pork Loin with Brown Sugar–Bourbon Glaze, Braised Turkey in Beaujolais Nouveau with Prunes, Bacon and Bleu Cheese Cake, Chocolate-Coconut Marshmallows, Chocolate Spice Bread, Lemon-Glazed Madeleines, and Mocha–Crème Fraîche Cake, will have readers running to the kitchen once they stop laughing. 

The Sweet Life in Paris is a deliciously funny, offbeat, and irreverent look at the city of lights, cheese, chocolate, and other confections.

MASTERING THE ART OF FRENCH EATING Lessons in Food and Love from a Year in Paris by Ann Mah (Pamela Dorman/Viking) (IBRCookBooks)

Mastering the Art of French Eating: From Paris Bistros to Farmhouse Kitchens, Lessons in Food and Love

An American diplomat’s wife finds sweet solace in Parisian culture and cuisine.

It had been Mah’s (Kitchen Chinese: A Novel About Food, Family, and Finding Yourself, 2010) childhood dream to live in Paris, so when her husband accepted an extended assignment to France, she was ecstatic. The typically nomadic lifestyle of a foreign serviceman can be tough on a spouse, however, and when the author found herself alone in the City of Light after her husband was reassigned to Iraq, she was flummoxed. Despite her trepidation, Mah—whose predicament frequently mirrors that of diplomat-wife–cum-chef Julia Child—exuberantly writes of wandering around Paris “conscious of my American accent and Asian face” yet bravely immersing herself in its regional cuisine, which alleviated her loneliness and satiated a blooming curiosity about the luscious food of France. Mah savored the cuisine of 10 different French regions, beginning by sinking her teeth into clumsily ordered but impeccably prepared steak frites, then tackling headier fare like Andouillette. Threaded throughout are anecdotes on Mah’s Chinese-American childhood, her often difficult life as a diplomat’s wife, and the connection between French cultural history and its food. The author lingers over these stories as lovingly as the scrumptious food set before her. Recipes round out each colorful and mouthwateringly described segment as Mah travels to the Brittany region searching out crepes, Provence’s chunky vegetable soupe au pistou, and the Savoie staple, fondue au fromage. Consistently passionate and emotionally resonant, Mah’s prose brims with true love—not only for her adventures in and around the fragrant Parisian marketplaces, but also for daily life sharing delectable food with her husband and rediscovering herself during his lengthy absences.

A bighearted, multisensory tour of France.



COQUILLES, CALVA, AND CRÈME Exploring France's Culinary Heritage: A Love Affair with French Food by G.Y. DryanskyJoanne Dryansky (Pegasus) (IBRCookBooks)




A gastronomical memoir of French cuisine that combines historical facts and traditions with today's best dishes.

Longtime Condé Nast Traveler senior European correspondent Dryansky (The Heirs, 1978, etc.) and his wife and contributing author, Joanne (Fatima's Good Fortune, 2003), have been living and eating in Paris for more than 30 years. Their remembrances include the joys of eating ortolans, a small bird "not much bigger than the top joint of your thumb,” before the creature was declared endangered, and drinking an 1874 Mouton Bordeaux at Chateau Mouton Rothschild with Philippe Rothschild and a Japanese ambassador. 

The authors write of eating leg of lamb with Coco Chanel in the flat above her couture house and pieds de cochon, breaded and fire-roasted pigs' feet, at a brasserie surrounded by local Parisians. The couple has traveled among farms, vineyards and restaurants across the country, and they recall with great love their adventures and meals. They move from the decadent, overblown, gourmet dishes of the past to the simplicity of the terroirmovement, "the unique savor of things that are what they are because of where they are.” The prose is as rich and delicious as the highlighted meals, and the authors also include some of the chefs’ recipes for confident or adventurous home cooks to try.

A journey that will delight the palette and nourish the soul.


A FRENCH AFFAIR by Michael Kenyon (St. Martin's) (IBRCookBooks)



 Amusing and smart food-and-travel memoir, set largely in southwestern France. Kenyon contributes regularly to Gourmet and has written over two-dozen crime novels (Kill the Butler!, 1993, etc.). After seeing the province of Lot in southwestern France lauded on TV by novelist Compton McKenzie, Kenyon, his schoolteacher-wife, Catherine, and their three daughters lease their London home and set forth for a year or more in that region. Just what time slot we're reading about is veiled, perhaps to suggest a period more harmonious with those covered by Peter Mayle and others in the current crop of guides to France. 

The story skims strangely over the marriage's breakup, as if Kenyon keeps his food obsessions foremost to mask the deeper currents of what happens to him (his wife eventually runs off with a Frenchman and later marries someone else, and the author winds up with a green card teaching on Long Island and living with one Victoria, a freelance book designer). But here it's food, family, and French that bond the reader to the page. At school, the girls catch on to French so rapidly that Kenyon himself falls far behind. Since one daughter was born in the US, the family decides to celebrate Thanksgiving--but assembling a typical American holiday feast in this region demands ingenious substitutes. 

The French love leisurely meals with small quantities, an hour or more for lunch and two for dinner, and thus food-talk takes on infinite complexity in the text. At one point, Catherine drives 40 miles for a loaf of bread too good for the lofty baker to sell to just anyone who drops in: She has to beg for it. Also, the town band draws smiles: ``As part of the French cultural tradition...they are expected to play execrably and usually succeed.'' The wittiest, best-written French guide now on hand.

The Origins of Sex: A History of the First Sexual Revolution Paperback – International Edition, March 26, 2013 by Faramerz Dabhoiwala (Penguin)





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In The Origins of Sex, dr. Faramerz Dabhoiwala (fellow & tutor in history, Exeter College Oxford) provides a thorough study on the origins of sexuality in our modern Western culture. For millennia, sex had been strictly regulated by the Church, the state, and society. Until the 17th century harsh punishments were given to men and women that had sex outside of marriage. But by the 19th century everything had changed. And for us, 21st century westerners sexuality is so woven into our culture, literature, television programmes, ads en ethics, that most of us even think about alternatives.

Dabhoiwala has done a lot of research from laws, court cases, novels, pornography, history, paintings and diaries and letters, that illustrate the changing opinions on sexuality.

The most basic modern novelty was a perennial indeterminacy about the limits of sexual freedom. In place of a relatively coherent, authoritative world view that had endured for centuries, the Enlightenment left a much greater confusion and plurality of moral perspectives, with irresolvable tensions between them. At a basic level, attitudes after 1800 evolved in two contrasting ways. On the one hand we can trace continued, or even tightened, social control over various forms of sexual behaviour. Though the machinery of public punishment had been largely abandoned, its ideals were not. Against this backdrop of apparent national decline and social upheaval, the importance of religious faith and of social conservatism came to be widely reaffirmed: only by going back to basics would the nation find its way again. For women of all classes, sexual ignorance and passivity came increasingly to be valued as essential components of respectable femininity and heterosexual love. This was not just a male ideal: most women themselves deeply internalized it, and policed it in others. Just as important, especially in the English context, was the further development of social double standards. Regulating, controlling, and forcibly improving the sexual mores of the working classes became in the nineteenth century, and into the twentieth, an immense fixation for many middle- and upper-class politicians, commentators, and social reformers.

The ultimate legacy of the Enlightenment has thus been far from straightforward, and its consequences are still unfolding. Yet in retrospect it is easy to see that it marked the point at which the sexual culture of the west diverged onto a completely new trajectory. If anything, the characteristics of that culture - its individualism, its explicitness, its permissiveness, the equal status claimed by women and by homosexuals - have become more distinctive in recent decades, even as the world has grown smaller. They have also been widely influential: just as western feminism has had an impact across the globe, so too have western concepts of sexual freedom.

Putin and the Ukrainian crisis ...The Ukrainian Night: An Intimate History of Revolution by Marci Shore Yale University Press, 290 pp., $26.00 Near Abroad: Putin, the West, and the Contest over Ukraine and the Caucasus by Gerard Toal Oxford University Press, 387 pp., $29.95


Conversations in the government quarter, the imposing Soviet and Art Nouveau buildings that house the offices of Ukraine’s top leaders, often turn to Ukrainian President Petro Poroshenko’s late-night phone calls with Russian President Vladimir Putin. These are said to be quite frequent and quite relaxed for two presidents who have been unofficially at war in eastern Ukraine for the past four years. Poroshenko, a secretive figure who reputedly does not like to delegate, says little about his calls, according to senior government figures, so speculation often runs wild. I once asked one of the few leaders of the Maidan uprising to subsequently achieve high office about one burst of phone communications. Poroshenko seems to believe he can persuade Putin to let Ukraine off the hook, he remarked. I asked him half-jokingly whether he feared that one night Putin might just offer Poroshenko a deal that would suit the two presidents, but not necessarily Ukraine. That could well happen, he replied. Other observers feel the president has more basic issues on his mind. Asked what the two men might discuss, a politician-businessman looked amazed at the idiocy of the question. “Business,” he said witheringly.

These two answers essentially span the spectrum of explanations for the phone calls: few attribute noble motives to President Poroshenko. Even officials only a step or two down from the president often seem loath to explain or justify his more controversial behavior, such as his unwillingness to replace corrupt military officers or ministers. Among Ukrainians, this translates into a deep malaise. Four years after the flight from Kiev of Poroshenko’s predecessor, Viktor Yanukovych, who was forced out by months of protests that paralyzed the capital, many Ukrainians are disillusioned with their leaders and the political class in general, demoralized by the weak economy, worried about the frozen conflict in eastern Ukraine, and frustrated by the president’s failure to address the systemic corruption that permeates all aspects of life. In many cases Poroshenko has fought hard to protect controversial figures like Prosecutor-General Viktor Shokin, whom he defended for over a year before firing him only when US Vice President Joe Biden threatened to withdraw a $1 billion loan guarantee.

Poroshenko, a wealthy businessman and former senior minister in the Yanukovych administration, was elected president in May 2014 following the Euromaidan protests, which had started in November 2013 in Kiev’s Maidan Nezalezhnosti, or Independence Square, over Yanukovych’s decision to postpone an agreement with the European Union. They had quickly turned into mass civil disobedience, ending in a bloodbath in mid-February 2014 that left 130 demonstrators and at least sixteen police dead. Yanukovych had fled to eastern Ukraine on February 22 and been whisked to safety by Russian special forces in an operation that Putin likes to say he oversaw personally.






Vladimir Putin and Petro Poroshenko; drawing by Siegfried Woldhek



Putin immediately denounced Yanukovych’s overthrow as yet another US-fomented “colored revolution,” the latest move on the part of NATO and the US to squeeze Russia’s traditional sphere of interest. Such revolutions, Nikolai Patrushev, a close Putin aide, wrote, presented “no less a danger” to Russia than ISIS. Retaliation was swift. The Kremlin deployed first subversion and then infiltration, quickly cobbling together two rump enclaves in two oblasts (regions) along the Russian border, Donetsk and Luhansk, naming the occupied territories the Donetsk and the Luhansk People’s Republic, respectively. The self-styled republics have a population of about four million and no means of support other than Russia.

Subsequent fighting in the east has resulted in at least 10,000 dead, according to the very cautious UN Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights. Many thousands of Ukrainians now live along or on a three-hundred-mile front line. Neither side seems to show much interest in their well-being. Between five and ten civilians are killed most months, the majority by mines, IEDs, and booby traps. The war’s first year was especially bloody. A couple of thousand Ukrainian troops and armed volunteers may have died in the course of two largely Russian operations. Moscow claimed separatist forces had done the fighting, though in fact these forces barely existed. In the summer of 2014 Russian troops crushed a Ukrainian effort to take back the occupied areas not far from the city of Donetsk. In early 2015, toward the end of a large but unsuccessful separatist offensive, Russian forces encircled Ukrainian forces in the area around Debaltseve, inflicting heavy losses. Civilian losses were also high.

Poroshenko came to power amid hope that the country would finally break with its corruption-riddled semiauthoritarian past. (One of his campaign slogans was “A New Way of Living.”) His first prime minister, Arseniy Yatsenyuk, another wealthy businessman and prominent politician, declared his would be a “kamikaze government” of rapid, radical reforms—breaking up inefficient bureaucracies, ending corrupt practices, et cetera—that would destroy his own career but transform the country. No kamikaze reforms were recorded during his two years in office, and he continues to flourish. The president’s personal wealth, meanwhile, reportedly reached the $1 billion mark in 2017.




Ukraine has for the past two decades been caught in a vicious circle. While Russia attempts to keep the country within its orbit, reformers struggle to change a totally corrupt political system, and the ruling class subverts their efforts. In the most recent example of this, top government officials are fighting a vigorous rearguard action against a new Anti-Corruption Bureau. Twice in the past fourteen years mass demonstrations have overthrown a corrupt Ukrainian leader—the same one, actually—only to see power pass to politicians who are essentially members of a more liberal wing of the same corrupt ruling elite. The second effort in 2013–2014 prompted the Russian invasion that has left Ukraine crippled and partly occupied.

Marci Shore and Gerard Toal address this dark, often tragic story in different ways. In The Ukrainian Night, Shore goes straight to primary sources, interviewing participants in the Euromaidan protests and a smaller group of supporters of the protests in the east of the country. Many of her interviewees are from the intelligentsia—writers, political scientists and researchers, a physicist turned rock singer. All found themselves facing the police and government-paid thugs on Maidan because of a sense that all channels of dialogue with the Yanukovych regime were closed—as one writer, Jurko Prochasko, told Shore, “a non-radical conversation is simply not possible with Yanukovych.” Sometimes two generations were out on the Maidan. She asked a sixteen-year-old how his mother had felt about staying on the Maidan after a bad beating. “My mother was making Molotov cocktails,” he replied.

Most conversations are brief, eloquent, and sometimes poignant. Two activists from the best-known of the country’s ultranationalist groups, Right Sector, back from fighting in the grimmest battle of the war at the Donetsk airport, explain their reason for choosing the self-proclaimed antidemocratic and ultranationalist movement. Right Sector is the “only structure that has not sold out and will not sell out,” one of them told Shore. To the non-Ukrainian this might seem trite; in today’s Ukraine it is a crucial consideration. A veteran of the 2004 demonstrations known as the Orange Revolution remembered the immaturity of the participants. “We were convinced then,” he said, “that we can delegate to one person and he’s good, so it’s ideal, he’ll do everything.”

The more recent generation of Maidan activists believed roughly the same thing. Many of their ideas are still relevant—like that of the protestor who described the EU as not just “some kind of Euro-zone” where politicians debate whether France or Germany is more important, “but as a system for protecting and preserving our civilization.” These days highly educated Maidan activists from western Ukraine still surprise EU officials with their embrace of Europe but their rejection of EU policy on gay rights or abortions. Another interview was uncomfortably prescient. The Polish foreign minister Radosław Sikorski, brought in at the end of Euromaidan to help mediate between Yanukovych and the mainstream Ukrainian politicians who represented the protesters, recalled the strangely friendly tone of those final negotiations in February 2014. At night “they all drank vodka together, and the atmosphere of their negotiations was ‘remarkably untoxic.’” The vodka-drinking politicians, ostensibly there to represent the protesters’ interests, quickly moved into power after Maidan. The demonstrators, meanwhile, were marginalized and left with little more than their dreams—“real democracy” according to one, solidarity according to another. But no regime change.

As many Euromaidan participants do, Shore refers to the events as a revolution. There was no revolution, unfortunately. Euromaidan was a heroic and stubborn act of mass defiance in the face of ruthless and well-armed government forces. It was most certainly not a revolution as defined by standard Ukrainian, Russian, or Polish dictionaries, all of whose definitions emphasize fundamental change and the creation of a new system. In the case of Ukraine, the protestors sliced off the top layer of the regime but left most of the structure intact.

Gerard Toal’s Near Abroad is a rich and dense study of geopolitics in and around the now-independent states that once composed the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics,1probably the best available today.2 He argues forcefully against reducing complicated geopolitical issues to facile formulas, and particularly against the US tendency to back leaders who talk a good line, preferably in English. “Embracing Bonapartism in the Caucasus or shoring up select Ukrainian oligarchs, no matter how good a game they talk, is not ‘support for freedom,’” he writes. At the center of Toal’s book is the 2008 NATO summit in Bucharest, where the alliance declared that Georgia and Ukraine would eventually become members. Putin warned that this would be viewed as a “direct threat” to Russian security. That summer he invaded Georgia, consolidating Moscow’s control over the two breakaway territories of South Ossetia and Abkhazia. Russian troops continue to nibble away at Georgia’s border with Russian-occupied South Ossetia, a few yards at a time.

Toal is highly critical of the US for the “thin geopolitics” it adopted after September 11, 2001, which, he argues, “organized the world” into “moralized binaries without regard to the depth and complexities of geography and history.” He calls instead—nobly and probably quixotically—for “thick geopolitics,” based on in-depth knowledge of places and people, necessarily less clear-cut and inevitably much messier. Toal suggests viewing the post-Soviet region as a “contested geopolitical field” with five main participants. These include the metropolitan state, in this case Russia, striving to find a post-imperial identity; former Soviet states that have gained or regained independence and now are trying to break loose from Russia’s grip; and minorities within these states that are often latently or actively secessionist. Somewhere in the field it might be useful to find a place for the role of state corruption and the often symbiotically related issue of organized crime.

Vladimir Putin also has a central part in Toal’s book. His annexation of Crimea propelled his approval ratings in Russia into the mid-eighties, where they have mostly remained. But the external price for his actions in Crimea and eastern Ukraine was high. US and EU sanctions, which have proven infuriatingly persistent, have increased the pressure on Russia’s sclerotic economy. International isolation has thwarted his great dream of returning to the top ranks of world leaders.

Toal quotes the US political scientist John Mearsheimer’s description of Putin as “a first-class strategist who should be feared and respected by anyone challenging him on foreign policy,” but does not seem convinced by it. He suggests that Putin’s character can be more usefully understood with reference to his hypermasculinity and the role of affect, or emotion, in his political choices. Putin’s lengthy record indeed indicates that his reactions are often provoked by a sense of spite or revenge. Russian analysts—some loyal, others critical—have long noted that under Putin action often precedes policy. Some have resorted to slang to define his leadership style, perceiving elements of the sovok—the constantly aggrieved, misogynist, racist post-Soviet man in the street—in his behavior. He is clearly a gosudarstvennik, a firm believer in the dignity of the state (gosudarstvo), who believes that this dignity must be protected at any price, including that of the truth. Another intriguing glimpse of Putin’s psychological makeup comes from Putin himself. In an early political biography he confided with apparent pride to one of his interviewers that he had not gone through the Soviet youth movements but had instead been a shpana, a young tough or punk.3

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Ukrainian President Petro Poroshenko welcoming Ukrainian soldiers released in a prisoner exchange with Russian-backed separatists, Kharkov airport, December 2017

If one looks back at the four years of Putin’s Ukrainian adventure, they make him seem more a sorcerer’s apprentice than a tactician. Russian behavior in Ukraine has whipsawed from one extreme to another. First came a not-very-covert incursion by seventy or so Russian adventurers, with no clear plan of action and led by an eccentric former Federal Security Service colonel; they wandered into a medium-sized eastern town where government structures had disintegrated after Yanukovych’s flight, then got bogged down. There followed brief but brutal invasions by Russian conventional forces, and an effort to build at high speed a viable army for the two separate entities. Along the way Putin briefly toyed with the idea of carving a Russian-speaking state, Novorossiya, out of southeast Ukraine, then dropped it. What remains are the two barely functioning semicriminal enclaves of Donetsk and Luhansk that depend entirely on Russian money and protection.

Putin has insisted from the start that Russia is not a participant in the conflict, and thus bears no responsibility for any postwar reconstruction; moreover, Russia has stated that it recognizes Ukrainian sovereignty over the enclaves. Russia also denies invading eastern Ukraine with its regular army, stationing its elite troops in the separatist areas, or supplying, training, and overseeing the new separatist armed forces—even though Kremlin publicists have admitted all of this, Russian nationalist volunteers fighting alongside the separatists openly discuss it, and Russian troops guarding Ukrainian POWs in 2014 casually identified their units to prisoners who not only spoke the same language but often had served in the same army in Soviet times.

After the war broke out, I made several trips to Ukraine and spoke with the separatist leaders in Donetsk. They admit that they are totally dependent on Moscow for financial and all other forms of assistance. A Putin adviser, Vladislav Surkov, regularly visits Donetsk to inspect the situation, quite often, as one leader put it, “to yell at us.” (Surkov is also the leading Russian figure in the Russia–US bilateral consultations on Ukraine.4) Separatist leaders have, however, been able to develop profitable economic activities, mostly criminal, in particular cross-border smuggling. Drugs, scrap metal, coal, and weapons, among other commodities, move without hindrance across the heavily guarded frontiers of Russia, Ukraine, and the separatist territory.

President Poroshenko has other concerns. He proclaims that he is still committed to reform, and in particular to measures for curbing high-level corruption. Yet in the view of most citizens, and probably the whole diplomatic corps, he is devoting much of his energy to efforts to stave off reform measures that would, if implemented, profoundly change the nature of Ukrainian governance. The president’s personal popularity ratings and those of his party are usually in the low teens, and many observers suspect that he will have to call early parliamentary elections this year. His only consolation perhaps is that most other Ukrainian politicians are equally unloved. His Western backers are deeply frustrated. “He rarely rejects any advice” on reforms, an outgoing ambassador remarked. “He just does not implement them.”

The Kremlin framed events in Donetsk and Luhansk as a popular uprising by oppressed Russian-speaking Ukrainians. This is not correct. The Donetsk People’s Republic (DNR) separatist leaders I interviewed over the course of several visits between 2014 and 2016 frequently expressed amazement at finding themselves in charge of a ministate. Most had dreamed at best of lucrative positions in a new oblast administration. They had zero administrative experience and barely knew one another: the initial four highest-ranking DNR officials in Donetsk consisted of a former security guard for Yanukovych’s old political party, a chronically unsuccessful small businessman, the representative of a Russian Ponzi scheme, and the former head of counterterrorism forces in Donetsk oblast.

Within a couple of months their Russian handlers were expressing disappointment. Moscow had hoped to extend control across several more southeastern oblasts, but the leaders of the DNR and the Luhansk People’s Republic could not even consolidate power in their own regions. “I think President Putin received a good intelligence report about the limits of our power,” one of them, Andrei Purgin, told me that spring. Basically we are a burden, said another, “like a suitcase without a handle: you can’t use it, but you don’t want to throw it out.”

In Kiev euphoria turned to stagnation. Euromaidan activists emerged from the protests with a blueprint for institutional reform, notably of the judiciary and the police, and in the struggle against corruption. Their plans were efficiently blocked and gutted by the establishment. Reformers also had to come to terms with the grim reality of total corruption: when choosing a candidate for an appointment, the choice was usually between an exceedingly able but corrupt specialist or a clean neophyte. The Maidan leaders who went into the parliament were not able to form a unified bloc, and have been diluted and dispersed among other parties; they have also learned that while they tried to live on the $600-or-so basic monthly salary, many political leaders bought votes for tens of thousands of dollars or even more, depending on the vote’s importance. Their inability to form a coherent force with a single message has cost them dearly.

Another crucial part of Ukrainian society, the Ukrainian officer corps, has evolved over the past four years. Front-line officers, from captains to lieutenant colonels, often from the east and usually Russian-speakers, feel that it will fall to them eventually to recapture the eastern enclaves. The officers were energized not by Euromaidan, with what they saw as its chaotic violence, but by the annexation of Crimea—“the return of the Russia my parents told me about,” as one put it. Four years in the east have given them self-confidence and a profound disdain for their military and civilian superiors—many of whom they say are corrupt, incompetent, or perhaps Russian agents.

They frequently voice the suspicion that the Russian and the Ukrainian leaders are both comfortable with the current stalemate. Putin wants to keep Ukraine economically and socially off-balance, one officer said in the presence of several others. And Poroshenko is happy because he has an excuse for not carrying out reforms. Officers also occasionally refer wryly to a newly formed elite military force, the National Guard, which many suspect has been created to protect the president from them.

Ironically, many officers now seem happy to work with one of the most controversial products of Euromaidan, the volunteer battalions. A number of these units emerged from Ukraine’s soccer hooligan groups. Many describe themselves as Nazis or simply as far-right. During Euromaidan they spearheaded many of the attacks on the police. Now they have—in theory, at least—been incorporated into Interior or Defense Ministry structures. (For example, one officer of the Azov regiment, a force known for its quasi-Nazi regalia and alleged human rights violations, is now chief of police in a medium-sized western Ukrainian city. He says that only about 20 percent of his fellow fighters were Nazis, but that these were among the toughest.) Along the front line, Right Sector units carry out covert cross-border raids or help extract Ukrainian State Security operatives from separatist-controlled areas. “The army loves Right Sector,” I was told by one senior government security adviser.

Kiev winters, often a time of low clouds, slushy snow, and ice-covered sidewalks, tend to give rise to dark talk of another Maidan—a final outburst of rage against a regime that has once again deceived the public. This is always possible. There are a lot of angry, disillusioned people in Ukraine. But many are deathly tired of politics, and any new outburst could be much more violent than that of 2014. There are many more guns, trained military veterans of the volunteer battalions, and the National Guard.

Besides, some of Poroshenko’s rivals in the ruling elite admit that, by their own criteria, his performance is quite good—not as a democrat but as an autocrat. “He is not doing badly, despite what Russians and Washington believe,” said one opposition strategist. “He has consolidated enormous wealth and influence, and basically has cut oxygen to the opposition. At this point no one can stand up to him, which is a big difference from all twenty-five years of Ukraine’s independence.” If that is the case, Poroshenko and Putin may just continue to chat, spar a bit, and discuss business, while looking for a way out that will preserve the systems that have brought them both great wealth.



1

Toal’s work also contains a detailed discussion of Russian and Western rivalries in the Caucasus, which is not covered in this Ukraine-focused review.
2

Conflict in Ukraine: The Unwinding of the Post–Cold War Order, by Rajan Menon and Eugene Rumer (MIT Press, 2015) is an excellent treatment of the crisis’s early years, and deserves prompt updating.
3

Natalya Gevorkyan, Natalya Timakova, and Andrey Kolesnikov, От первого лица. Разговоры с Владимиром Путины[At First Hand: Conversations with Vladimir Putin] (2000). Originally published by the now-defunct Vagrius publishing house, the book is available online:
4

Surkov’s brief also includes the South Caucasus and domestic policy. A political think tank closely associated with him, the Center for Current Policy, has produced authoritative work on Russia’s Ukraine policy and also more recently on Putin’s reelection campaign. In a long commentary on the latter subject the think tank emphasized the enormous significance of a pro-Russian Trump presidency—essentially a cure for all that is harmful to Putin’s government. Benefits would include the probable collapse of Western sanctions without any major Russian concessions on Ukraine and the opportunity to present Russia’s influence on Washington as revenge for the defeat of the USSR in the cold war; it would also underline the fact that Russia had been right throughout its long conflict with the US, and bring Russia out of isolation, not as a regional power but a world one.

Red at Heart: How Chinese Communists Fell in Love with the Russian Revolution by Elizabeth McGuire Oxford University Press, 462 pp., $34.95


In the conventional political history of Sino-Soviet relations, 1926 and 1927 were years of increasing strain. Stalin and the Comintern supported an alliance formed in 1923 between China’s nationalist Kuomintang party (KMT) and the Chinese Communists to oppose the European “imperialists” and the warlords who dominated northern China and unify the country. But the KMT was split between pro- and anti-Communist factions, and there were divisions within the Soviet leadership about the alliance as well: Stalin’s great rival Leon Trotsky opposed it.

Things looked simpler in Moscow, however, to those outside the Politburo. The Soviet public, reading in newspapers about the heroic struggle of Chinese revolutionaries against imperialism, gathered that a great victory was close, and this seemed to be confirmed when Chiang Kai-shek’s KMT forces entered Shanghai in March 1927. “Shanghai Has Been Taken!” trumpeted the headline on the front page of Pravda. The KMT and the Communist-led Shanghai workers were said to have formed a triumphant alliance and declared a general strike “in honor of the nationalist forces.”

According to Elizabeth McGuire’s Red at Heart, this was the heyday of the Sino-Soviet romance, when young Chinese students fell in love with Russia and revolution, not clearly distinguishing between the two, and strangers on Moscow streets blew kisses at them. Sergei Tretiakov’s new anti-imperialist drama Roar, China! was playing at Moscow’s Meyerhold Theater, and the poet Vladimir Mayakovsky “bawled out/…louder/than the trumpets of Jericho” his solidarity with the Chinese revolution.

Then came disaster. In the “Shanghai massacre” of April 1927, Chiang turned on the Communists, killing and arresting many, and the fledgling Chinese Communist Party, isolated and discredited, had to go underground. It was a terrible blow for the Moscow-led Comintern and the Soviet leadership, both of which were deeply invested in the Chinese struggle—potentially the first big gain for world revolution since the disappointing fizzling of revolution in Western Europe after World War I. Stalin, personally responsible for the Chinese Communist strategy of working for revolution from within the KMT rather than against it, suffered a humiliating setback. The Soviet public was disappointed, and Trotsky, who had criticized Stalin’s China strategy, was proven correct. Many Chinese Communists were disillusioned with Moscow, but the disillusionment went both ways. In Moscow, one of those Chinese students who had been feted just days before had a tomato thrown at him.

McGuire takes the idea of a Sino-Soviet romance seriously, indeed literally: Red at Heart is about Chinese and Russians falling in love with one another, the children they had, and the complications that ensued. In the language of current academic fashion, her book is a contribution to the history of emotions. As she points out, “marriage” and “divorce” are terms often used metaphorically in discussions of international relations, and particularly in reference to the Sino-Soviet connection. Why not take the metaphor literally and investigate the real-life feelings, couplings, and uncouplings of individuals?

McGuire’s cast of characters is large. Some of them appear only fleetingly, in brief affairs that produce children who grow up in Soviet orphanages. McGuire has tried to make it easier for us by weaving some central figures through her history, which covers the 1920s through the 1950s. One such character is Qu Qiubai, an early publicist of revolutionary Russia in China, who came to revolution through Russian literature and fell in love (platonically) with Sofia Tolstaya, Leo Tolstoy’s granddaughter, on his first visit to Russia. Then there is Xiao San, a childhood friend of Mao Zedong’s in Hunan, who moved to Moscow in 1922 via France (his pen name, Emi Siao, was a tribute to Zola). Siao became a poet when he saw that one was needed to represent China at Soviet-sponsored international writers’ gatherings. For decades he served as a cultural middleman between the Soviet Union and China.

Chiang Kai-shek’s son, Jiang Jingguo, with his Belarusian wife, Faina Vakhreva, whom he met at a machine-building plant in the Urals in the early 1930s



Liu Shaoqi, later to become Mao’s first deputy as secretary of the Chinese Communist Party in the People’s Republic of China until his fall during the Cultural Revolution, had also studied in Moscow in the early 1920s. His mood there, in one account, was “romantic and depressed.” Nevertheless, he later sent two of his young children to be educated in the Soviet Union. After graduating from university, they married respectively a Russian and a Spanish resident of Moscow before their father called them back to China after the victorious revolution in 1949.

Liu’s children were among the many offspring of Chinese revolutionaries who grew up in special Soviet children’s homes. These institutions had kind teachers and caregivers, and were much better provisioned and run than standard Soviet orphanages; still, that is what they were. In the late 1920s, the international children’s home was in Vaskino, a village forty-five miles south of Moscow. In the 1930s, most of the children from Vaskino moved to a new home in Ivanovo, known as Interdom and run by the Comintern’s Organization for Assistance to Revolutionaries. The students there included sons and daughters of Comintern head Georgii Dimitrov; future East European Communist leaders Mátyás Rákosi, Josip Broz Tito, and Bolesław Bierut; the Spanish civil war heroine Dolores Ibarurri; and the American Communist Eugene Dennis. The nearly eight hundred children educated at Interdom between 1933 and 1950 came from forty different countries. At 15 percent of the total, Chinese children made up the largest single group, but like the rest, they were brought up in Russian, with no formal instruction in their native language, and taught by Russian-speaking Soviet teachers. Most of them seem to have ended up as Soviet patriots, even if as adults they did not accept the offer of Soviet citizenship.




The Interdom story—on which McGuire plans to write a separate book—sometimes threatens to overwhelm the story of adult revolutionary romance that is at the center of Red at Heart. It is startling how many Chinese revolutionaries casually dropped off their children for years on end. Vova, the unintended child of two Chinese revolutionaries, arrived at the orphanage after living for a short period with the labor agitator Li Lisan, a subsequent lover of his mother’s; “as Vova understood it, he wasn’t exactly abandoned; his parents were just too busy for him and had never really been a family in the first place.”

Tuya, daughter of Qu Qiubai’s wife by a previous husband, lived for a while with her mother and Qu in the Lux Hotel in Moscow. When the adults went on vacation in the Crimea they deposited her in a children’s home—an ordinary Soviet one at first but then, to her relief, at Vaskino. Emi Siao left his son there for a few months, though the boy was subsequently retrieved by his Russian mother after her separation from Siao; and Siao’s third wife, a German photographer named Eva Sandberg, would later do the same for their two children.

Sun Yat-sen University (also known as Chinese University) in Moscow, where most of the young male and female Chinese revolutionaries in the Soviet Union studied in the second half of the 1920s, seems to have been a hotbed of sexual activity. This was partly, in McGuire’s account, because the sexual aspect of revolutionary liberation was already prominent in the consciousness of young Chinese radicals, who were rebelling against stifling conventions of family life such as the subjugation of women and arranged marriages. It also surely reflected Soviet mores of the swinging 1920s, regardless of the disapproval of Lenin and others in his middle-aged Bolshevik cohort.

But Sun Yat-sen University seems to have presented an extreme case of sexual license, which McGuire attributes partly to its rector, the cosmopolitan Karl Radek. At the height of his affair with the legendarily beautiful Russian revolutionary Larissa Reisner, Radek “encouraged the students to follow his lead in their personal lives. At first there was no co-ed dorm, so Radek designated a special room, supposedly for husbands and wives. It was clear that the room was there for any couple who might wander into it.” Of course all this promiscuous love-making prompted some puritanical responses. As one female student complained, “Everyone is pairing up. It’s really tiresome. When they’re living together they inevitably have children,” a process sometimes described as “making little revolutionaries.”

Lenin’s widow, Nadezhda Krupskaya, was called in to explain to the Chinese students that while “communists needn’t be puritans,” they should “avoid play and abuse in love.” In an informal meeting with female students after her talk, she suggested that instead of having repeated abortions (legally available in the Soviet Union in the 1920s), they should “give birth to their babies and leave them in Russian children’s homes,” which was exactly what many of them went on to do. Much of the Soviet public, along with some party leaders, was unhappy with the sexual license that young revolutionaries had embraced. The official Soviet approach to sexual mores became more censorious in the 1930s—Stalin introduced a prohibition on homosexuality and a ban on abortions—but Moscow’s Chinese students did not seem to change their behavior much in response.

Politics as well as sex caused problems. In the late 1920s, the Soviet Politburo was riven by factional fighting as Stalin consolidated his leadership and defeated the left opposition of Trotsky and Grigory Zinoviev. These political struggles had an impact on Sun Yat-sen University. Radek, who had supported Trotsky, was removed as rector. His successor, the hitherto obscure Pavel Mif, gathered a team of loyalists, including the future general secretary of the Chinese Communist Party Wang Ming, and conducted a purge of the student body. The Comintern in China sent new student-revolutionaries to Moscow, but they were a dispirited bunch. Their schooling in the 1930s included a new emphasis on conspiracy and secrecy and lessons on withstanding interrogation. This training may not have been much use to students whose next encounter with political police was likely with the NKVD in the Great Purges a few years later.

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Jiang Jingguo in Moscow, where he was sent to study in 1925

One school for Manchurian operatives in Moscow was so secret that it was never officially acknowledged by the Soviet Communist Party, but its students continued the tradition of pairing off and having babies. Kang Sheng, who would become notorious as a brutal chief of the secret police under Mao, arrived from China to lecture at the University of the Toilers of the East (the main destination for Chinese students in Moscow after the demise of Sun Yat-sen University in 1930). He was trained for his harsh police work by the NKVD. Unlike some other Western commentators, who concentrate primarily on the exposure of Chinese students to the Soviet apparatus of political repression, McGuire emphasizes other ways in which they learned to think and live like Soviets. But repression was certainly an aspect of Soviet life that could not have escaped their attention. While they were not particularly targeted in the Great Purges, it is estimated that at least 1,700 Chinese citizens (not counting Soviet citizens who were ethnic Chinese) had been sent to the Gulag by 1939, and Chinese “enemies of the people” were executed as well.

In the late 1930s and early 1940s, the civil war in China between nationalists and Communists temporarily subsided as the two sides united against the Japanese occupiers. It resumed after the Japanese were defeated, but contrary to Stalin’s expectations, the Communists started winning and in 1949 took power as leaders of the new People’s Republic of China. The last two sections of McGuire’s book are devoted to the Sino-Soviet rapprochement of the 1950s, which lasted until their dramatic split at the end of the decade. This complicates, and to some extent risks undermining, her argument that the Sino-Soviet romance came to an end in the 1930s.

In the 1950s, although more than 20,000 experts were sent from the Soviet Union to help China modernize its economy, and over 8,000 Chinese students journeyed the other way to study science and engineering, the affective aspect of the relationship had changed. Earlier, McGuire argues, it had been a love affair, with the Chinese usually in the role of lover and the Soviets, only intermittently attentive, allowing themselves to be loved. Now the relationship was more often officially characterized in terms of friendship and brotherhood, yet the Soviets treated the Chinese with condescension, and the Chinese reacted warily. Perhaps remembering their own wild Soviet youth, the Chinese party leaders enforced a puritanical sexual code on students who went to study in the Soviet Union. The students themselves were dismayed that their Soviet classmates lacked interest in political instruction and engaged in such frivolous activities as drinking, gambling, and listening to jazz.

There was excitement in the air at Moscow University and other Soviet higher educational institutions, according to Soviet memoirs, sparked by renewed wartime contact with the West. But the general sense of release and intellectual possibility after the war would have made no sense to the young Chinese, if they even noticed it. To the exchange students, 1950s Moscow just looked “bourgeois,” even potentially “revisionist.” As one Russian pointed out to a Chinese colleague, the Soviet Union—which had once been as intense and single-mindedly focused on revolution as China—was just in a different phase of the development process; one day this would happen to the Chinese too.

Most historians of the Sino-Soviet relationship concentrate on the political leaders of the two states—the tensions surrounding the Soviet leadership’s reforms after Stalin’s death in 1953, Nikita Khrushchev’s denunciation of Stalin’s crimes in 1956, and Mao’s anger at Soviet “revisionism” and the resulting Sino-Soviet rupture that became visible to the world in 1960. But McGuire’s emphasis here, as in the rest of the book, is on the personal dimension. Her Sino-Soviet couples, products of the earlier “romance,” had a hard time as antagonism between Mao and Khrushchev built up in the second half of the 1950s, and a still harder time during the Cultural Revolution in the 1960s.

Perhaps the most curious story is that of Li Lisan, a childhood friend of Mao’s from Hunan, who developed a political strategy known as the Li Lisan Line, promoting urban revolutionary uprisings in place of Mao’s rural strategy.* When Mao prevailed in the struggle and Li was held responsible for a botched military campaign in the south, he was sent in disgrace to Moscow in 1930. His chief persecutor there was Kang Sheng, who became a member of the Politburo. In 1936 Li married a Russian woman named Liza Kishkina, and they settled into a single room at the Lux Hotel. Li was arrested during the Great Purges, but Liza stood by him. He was released and allowed to return to work in 1939, before being recalled to China in 1945.

Back in China, he rather surprisingly fought for and won permission for Liza and their daughter to join him (it was more common for returned Chinese to jettison old Russian relationships quietly and establish new Chinese families). A second daughter was born soon after. The result was a household of four that, despite its Chinese patriarch, adopted the language and cultural traditions of its three female members, Liza and her daughters (joined in due course by Liza’s mother and a Russian nanny). Li ended up a casualty of the Cultural Revolution, persecuted once more by Kang Sheng, and probably tortured to death by Red Guards. Liza spent eight years in prison.

Mao is often pictured as a leader who, unlike his Moscow-trained rivals, kept his distance from the Soviet Union and, with the Long March, created an indigenous “origins” story for his party that took the spotlight off Moscow. McGuire, like the recent Russian biographer Alexander Pantsov, complicates this picture by showing his many and complex personal and political connections with the Soviet Union. Mao only visited once, for a rather humiliating three-month stay in 1949, cooling his heels at Stalin’s pleasure despite the fact that his Communist forces had just defeated Chiang’s KMT in China’s civil war. But two of his sons were sent to the Soviet Union for safekeeping in 1936, and his third wife left him in his cave in Yan’an in 1938 to go study in Moscow. She then worked for a while in the orphanage in provincial Russia where her daughter by Mao was enrolled, and ended up in a Soviet mental hospital.

McGuire also makes note of the fact that Mao allowed some “Muscovites” to remain in top leadership positions after the creation of the People’s Republic of China. But her main concern is emotional experience, not political influence. Even prominent Chinese Communist leaders who, like Wang Ming and Deng Xiaoping, studied in Moscow receive scant attention if they left no evidence of participating emotionally in the Sino-Soviet romance. It is tantalizing to learn, in a passing mention of Deng’s days as a student in Moscow, that his Soviet teachers rated his leadership skills higher than those of his fellow student Jiang Jingguo—Chiang Kai-shek’s son—although each was deemed a “good political worker.” Half a century later, Deng exercised those skills as leader of the People’s Republic of China while Jiang led the nationalist regime in Taiwan.

McGuire is a natural storyteller, so it is the quirks of individual fates rather than any overarching generalizations that are likely to linger in readers’ minds: for example, the Russian-speaking Chinese “orphans” being brought back to China by the party’s Central Committee after the Communist victory and hating it, especially the food; or Li Lisan’s Russian widow, Liza, having to care for her three-quarters-Chinese toddler grandson after her years in solitary confinement. The oddest of these fates is that of the Belarusian working-class girl Faina Vakhreva, who in the early 1930s met a boy called “Chinese Kolia”—Jiang Jingguo—at a machine-building plant in the Urals. Jiang had been studying in the Soviet Union in 1927 when his father crushed the Communists in Shanghai; he criticized his father in public and stayed in Moscow, voluntarily or involuntarily, for the next twelve years. Faina married him and ultimately became a decorous but publicity-shy first lady in Taiwan. She left no account of her life, although a few photographs survive, including one of her in a rather sexy but uncomfortable pose in a swimsuit on a pebbly beach in Yalta during her honeymoon.

Jiang, by contrast, left not one but two autobiographies, from diametrically opposed political perspectives. One portrays his Soviet experiences positively, in the style of a classic Soviet memoir, the other negatively, in the style of a classic anti-Communist one. Unfortunately, McGuire tells us almost nothing about the provenance of these two memoirs, or even the sequence in which they were written, but from her bibliography it appears that the pro-Soviet one was published in Shanghai in 1947 while the anti-Soviet one appeared as an appendix in a 1989 volume edited by the CIA analyst Ray Cline.

Was the real Jiang a Soviet hostage and (anti-Communist) Chinese patriot who had no reported private life and performed hard labor, while only waiting for the day he could return to his native land? Or was he the ardent young Communist who was proud of his success as a collectivizer, later went to the Urals to propagandize Soviet industrial achievement, and there started a Soviet family? McGuire is inclined to favor the second version, but her point is that there was more than one Jiang—just as there was more than one homeland in the hearts of those young Chinese revolutionaries who fell in love in and with the Soviet Union, and the children who were the product of their Sino-Soviet romance.


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Li’s story may be familiar to some readers from Patrick Lescot’s biography, published in English as Before Mao: The Untold Story of Li Lisan and the Creation of Communist China, translated from the French by Steven Rendall (Ecco, 2004).