U.S. Censors Poetry

“Inside the wire”

The pressures of confinement in Guantánamo Bay have led many in the controversial detention camp to turn to poetry. But, as Richard Lea learns, the American authorities are very reluctant to let the world see them

from The Guardian via Maud Newton

Poetry’s capacity to rattle governments is not, it appears, confined to totalitarian regimes. A collection of poems by detainees at the US military base in Guantánamo Bay is to be published later this year, but only in the face of strong opposition by suspicious American censors.

Twenty-one poems written “inside the wire” in Arabic, Pashto and English have been gathered together despite formidable obstacles by Marc Falkoff, a law professor at Northern Illinois University who represents 17 of the detainees at the camp. The collection, entitled Poems from Guantánamo: The Detainees Speak, will be published in August by the University of Iowa Press with an afterword written by Ariel Dorfman.

It all began when he turned up at the secure facility in Washington DC where all communications from detainees are sent, and found a poem waiting for him.”The first poem I saw was sent to me by Abdulsalam al Hela,” he says. “It’s a moving cry about the injustice of arbitrary detention and at the same time a hymn to the comforts of religious faith.”

“It was interesting to me because I did a PhD in literature, but I didn’t think too much about it.”

A second poem from another client followed soon after, and Falkoff began to wonder if other lawyers also had clients who were sending poetry. It turned out that Guantánamo Bay is “filled with itinerant poets”.

Many of the poems deal with the pain and humiliation inflicted on the detainees by the US military. Others express disbelief and a sense of betrayal that Americans – described in one poem as “protectors of peace” – could deny detainees any kind of justice. Some engage with wider themes of nostalgia, hope and faith in God.

But most of the poems, including the lament by Al Hela which first sparked Falkoff’s interest, are unlikely to ever see the light of day. Not content with imprisoning the authors, the Pentagon has refused to declassify many of their words, arguing that poetry “presents a special risk” to national security because of its “content and format”. In a memo sent on September 18 2006, the team assigned to deal with communications between lawyers and their clients explains that they do not “maintain the requisite subject matter expertise” and says that poems “should continue to be considered presumptively classified”.

The defence department spokesman Jeffrey Gordon is unsurprised that access to detainees poetry is tightly controlled. “It depends on what’s being written,” he says. “There’s a whole range of things that are inappropriate.” Of course poetry that deals with subjects such as guard routines, interrogation techniques or terrorist operations could pose a security threat, but Gordon is unable to explain why Al Hela’s poem is still classified, saying “I haven’t read any of these [poems]”.

As with prisoners within the American justice system, he argues, there are constraints on their first amendment rights. “I don’t think these guys are writing poetry like Morrissey,” he continues.

“The fear appears to be that detainees will try to smuggle coded messages out of the camp,” explains Falkoff, a fear that has often allowed clearance for English translations only – Arabic or Pashto originals being judged to represent an “enhanced security risk”. In many cases even Falkoff has only seen the translations prepared for the volunteer lawyers by the few translators with the requisite security clearance.

Because of security restrictions, Falkoff cannot give any further details about Al Hela’s poem, or about other poems sent to him by his clients that have not been cleared for publication by the department of defence. He is not allowed to see about 20 poems sent to other lawyers that have not been cleared for publication.

Many poems have also been lost, confiscated or destroyed. Falkoff is unable to even offer an estimate of how many poems have been written in the camp.

“To start with,” he says, “there are probably 200 detainees who either don’t have lawyers or have not been allowed to communicate with their lawyers. Even for those clients who have lawyers, I really don’t know how many poems they’ve written or whether they’ve been confiscated. Communicating back and forth with our clients is a very, very difficult process.”

Only one of the authors in the forthcoming collection wrote poetry before his incarceration. The religious scholar Abdul Rahim Muslim Dost wrote 25,000 lines of poetry during his time in the camp, only a handful of which have been returned to him. A poem he wrote on a Styrofoam cup and reconstructed from memory after his release appears in Poems from Guantánamo. The other detainees were not poets before their incarceration, but have turned to poetry under the particular pressures of their situation.

Moazzam Begg, who spent three years in Guantánamo Bay before being released without charge in January 2005, began writing poetry as a way of explaining what he was going through. He knew that everything he wrote would be censored, so used poetry to try to describe his situation to his family.

“The idea was to say it without saying it,” he says, “and to explain to my interrogators that it was a farce.”

The formal constraints of poetry gives the writer control over their material, he says, “the ability to say the words without going into a rant”.

Poetry was also a way of engaging with the system.

“I knew that everything I wrote would be censored,” he continues, “and that the person censoring it would have to read the poem.” By writing in English, a language rarely used by detainees in the camp, he was able to communicate directly with guards, and perhaps those higher up in the US military.

It was also a way of “showing anger” and “channelling frustration”.

According to Falkoff, detainees are writing poetry because “they’re trying to keep hold of their sanity and humanity”.

“They have really, really nothing to do there,” he says. “They get, now, an hour of exercise every other day or so. They don’t have access to books, apart from a Qu’ran – which they get whether they want it or not – and a little book cart with some Agatha Christie novels and some Harry Potter. They’re not allowed to interact with the other prisoners. There are no communal areas. The recreation area is like a chimney with 30ft high walls.”

“They’re writing poetry because they need some kind of mental stimulation, some way of expressing their feelings, some outlet for their creativity.”

According to the poet Jack Mapanje, who was imprisoned in Malawi because of his writing and now teaches a course on the poetry of incarceration at Newcastle University, prisoners often turn to writing poetry as a way of “defending themselves”.

“People are writing as a search for the dignity that has been taken away from them,” he says. “It’s the only way they can attempt to restore it, but nobody is listening to them.” He was imprisoned himself with many people who were illiterate, he says, but many of them were writing poetry, or singing songs about their captivity – “it’s the same impulse that drives people to prayer.”

“Poetry talks to the heart,” he continues, “there is something immediately passionate about it.” For Mapanje, poetry is a more “natural” means of expression than prose, a means of communication that “anybody who hasn’t got any craft will come to”.

The poet Tim Liardet, whose Forward prize-shortlisted collection Blood Choir deals with the time he spent teaching poetry at a young offenders’ prison, agrees there’s an “instinctual” urge to reach for poetry in extreme circumstances.

“They’re feeling things they’ve never felt before, or never with so much intensity,” he says. “They’ve never had to try to match such an intense experience with language before.”

Many of the offenders he worked with resisted his efforts to get them to write poetry, he continues, but “the ones who ended up writing it were the ones who found it themselves. They weren’t following an example from me.”

Falkoff is hoping the collection of poems from Guantánamo Bay will put a human face on people branded by the former American defence secretary Donald Rumsfeld as “among the most dangerous, best-trained, vicious killers on the face of the Earth”.

The quality of the poems in the collection is “variable”, says Falkoff, but “there’s some really good stuff there”. He stresses that because of security restrictions he has often been unable to see anything more than translations prepared without “poetry in mind”. Nevertheless some of the poems transcend their extraordinary circumstances, he says, and “just knock me over”.

With the courts moving slowly towards fair and open hearings, he continues, “the detainees’ own words may become part of the dialogue. Perhaps their poems will prick the conscience of a nation.”

George Orwell, Doublethink, Iraq

Could We Split the Difference?

Dan Carpenter

Doublethink, as defined in George Orwell’s “1984,” is “the power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one’s mind simultaneously, while believing both of them.”

For example, the citizen-slaves of the novel’s Oceania were bombarded with the dual message that they were under constant threat of devastation from an implacable enemy while their own army was winning victory after glorious victory.

Real life in 2007 can be even more fanciful….

We’re assured that we’re winning in Iraq, and warned that it might well get worse….

Ann Petry and Robert Newman — Two Partisan Novels

The Street — by Ann Petry

Ann Petry’s 1946 novel, The Street, is a protest novel—muckraking at its best, with race and racial equity at its heart….

The Fountain at the Centre of the World — Robert Newman

This, the third novel by Robert Newman, comedian and activist, is that rarest of things: an explicitly political, indeed openly partisan novel that doesn’t make you cringe.

An adventure and misadventure story set against the background of capitalist globalisation and the struggle against it, The Fountain at the Centre of the World is, above all else, a book, the humanity of whose central characters, rapidly engage the reader. If one of the signs of a good book is that, soon after meeting the characters, you care deeply about what happens to them, then this is a very good book indeed. The challenges faced by Daniel in the search for his father, challenges which he faces on two continents and in three alien cultures, are soon those of the reader. The final chapters assault senses and emotions equally as a reunion, amidst the chaos of the Seattle protests of 1999, appears possible at last.

Newman has refused to reduce his protagonists to cartoon heroes and villains whilst making no pretence at objectivity or detachment. We are not subjected to any attempt to devalue the actions of the characters through exposing their deep psychological flaws, a popular device used by cynical hacks to explain the motivations of revolutionaries. Values are at work here and they are the values of people who believe not just that another world is possible, but that another way achieving it, beyond NGOs, Union bureaucracies and progressive politicians, is possible too. A few negatives though. Sometimes the book appears to have reached the shelves in note form, like the author was pushed for time or was writing a screenplay. And in a book that is so obviously meticulously researched and, therefor convincing, it’s a pity the Mexican Frente Autentico Trabajo is described as “anarcho-syndicalist”. It isn’t. Other than these criticisms (the latter one that only an anarcho-trainspotter could make!), this is a remarkable book….

The Ink Is Soiled — Nayantara Sahgal

I think the purported effectiveness of much of the literature of the past is overplayed here – though not the potential of liberation literature.

The Ink Is Soiled 

by Nayantara Sahgal

Considering the dangers and challenges we face within our own borders, and the changes we need to bring about in our society, we are fortunate that we have politically conscious novelists and poets among us, for politics, like everything else, is the material of fiction and poetry, as it is the material of all art. We would not have been stirred by some of the tragedies and traumas of the twentieth century but for the plays of Bertolt Brecht, Arthur Miller and Samuel Beckett, and the art of Picasso, not to mention many other works of European, American and Latin American fiction. The artist is a political animal, more so when the line between public events and private life disappears and vast numbers have to face the terrible consequences of public events in their private lives. Art cannot float in a void. It relates to, and is acutely sensitive to its environment.

A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier

Book by Ishmael Beah 

by Nahal Toosi

The nightmares won’t stop. In one, fighters chase him with a gun. In another, he watches a person get mutilated. In a third, someone is hacking his neck with a machete. Yet, years after he left the life of a child soldier in Sierra Leone, Ishmael Beah has found a reason for hope in his vivid nocturnal visions: He never dies.

“It almost makes me feel like, you know, that this whole thing will never really get me,” Beah says, “that I think I have some sort of inner strength that’s able to outlive everything.”

Beah is a thin, wiry 26-year-old of medium height with a smile as bright as the sun. He loves Shakespeare and hip-hop and lives in a Brooklyn apartment filled with classic novels and African art. It’s hard to believe he was once a drugged-up, rifle-toting boy soldier who sliced men’s throats.

In his new memoir, it’s clear Beah is still coming to grips with that past life. “A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier” tells the tale of the brutal civil war that debilitated Sierra Leone during the 1990s through the eyes of a child not old enough to understand the politics, yet old enough to kill.

Beah’s book, now being promoted by Starbucks, traces what the young Sierra Leonean went through when the civil war first touched his life at age 12, and how he struggled to regain his humanity after years of killing.

When the war finally reached his region, Beah found himself separated from his parents and forced to travel with other young boys, seeking refuge in jungles and villages while trying to outpace rebel fighters who lacked any mercy. On dusty roads, sometimes wearing shoes, sometimes without, the children relied on another to stay alive.

They often could not rely on adults. In the disorient of war, people had lost their trust — even in children.

Eventually, Beah and his friends were cornered into taking up arms and joining in the fighting. Government soldiers handed him an AK-47 and trained him to kill. By that time, Beah had learned that much of his family, including his parents and siblings, had died.

“Visualize the enemy, the rebels who killed your parents, your family and those who are responsible for everything that has happened to you,” the older soldiers would tell their young trainees.

“I could not put this book down — it was just an incredible story,” said Ken Lombard, president of Starbucks Entertainment, which picked Beah’s book as the second in a series to promote. The company’s first book was Mitch Albom’s “For One More Day,” which sold 92,000 copies through the coffee chain, a sum Starbucks hopes Beah’s book can surpass.

Published by Sarah Crichton Books/Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, “A Long Way Gone” is also being sold in bookstores and at online outlets such as Barnesandnoble.com and Amazon.com. Starbucks is selling the book for the cover price of $22, donating $2 a book to a UNICEF fund.

But the book might be a tough sell. Although it includes uplifting moments (such as how American rap songs sometimes saved the children’s lives) much of it is understandably somber.

One of the saddest notes was sounded by Beah’s young friend and traveling companion, Saidu. Saidu didn’t die from a direct war wound. He just didn’t wake up one day.

“Every time people come at us with the intention of killing us, I close my eyes and wait for death,” Saidu had told his friends. “Even though I am still alive I feel like each time I accept death, part of me dies. Very soon, I will completely die and all that will be left is my empty body walking with you. It will be quieter than I am.”

Beah was one of the fortunate ones.

After three years of fighting for government-backed forces, he found himself in a rehabilitation center for child soldiers. It was hard to get the drugs out of his system. It was even harder to rid himself of the anger.

At the center, no matter what havoc the children caused, staff members kept repeating, “It’s not your fault!” At the time, Beah hated hearing the mantra, but he has eventually grown to accept it.

Today, he declines to put a number on how many people he killed, saying it might serve to glorify horrendous actions. He says he feels compassion for the rebels he battled in the jungles.

“I realized they were just like us,” he says. “Most of the people who were in there, especially the young ones, had been brainwashed.”

It’s not just nightmares that have lingered in Beah’s life. It’s the little survival instincts, like checking for possible exits in every room, or trying to judge people’s character in an instant.

Good? Bad? Fight? Flight?

“Whenever I travel, like whenever I leave, I still have this fear that I will not come back, or that as soon as I leave a place, the people that I love or the people that I care about there, I will not see them again,” Beah says.

He still feels guilty, but tries to control his emotions. “I think if I take on the idea, fully, of being guilty and guilty and guilty, that will itself handicap me,” he says. As for the guilt that remains, he says: “I think it’s a small price to pay to stay alive. A lot of people did not.”

After leaving the rehabilitation center, Beah lived for a while with his uncle’s family, and was chosen to visit the United Nations for a conference for about children in war.

Later, when the situation in Sierra Leone deteriorated again, friends helped him get out and back to New York. He was 17 at the time. He went on to graduate from Oberlin College, where he studied political science. During those years, he started writing the memoir.

“When I was writing the book it was very difficult,” Beah says. “I was sad all the time. I felt physically exhausted by the sadness. I got to face all the things that I was capable of doing.”

At the same time, “the whole process was … therapeutic because I got to face all of these things. I got a chance to reconcile with certain things.”

Sierra Leone emerged from the 11-year war in 2002. Beah visited the country last year, and was dispirited to see how little had changed. There’s still a great deal to rebuild and tremendous poverty. Beah says the political corruption worries him most, because it’s often a prelude to more conflict.

Through various organizations, Beah promotes the message that child soldiers need help, and that they can regain their humanity, though it won’t be easy.

“The process of recovering from a war, recovering from having lived through a war … it’s not a one-two-three step,” he says. “It’s a process that you have to do for life.”

He’s somewhat awed by the attention brought on by his harrowing memoir. He can barely keep up with his schedule, and had to leave a job as a tour guide at an art museum to prepare for a book tour through Starbucks. He even appeared on “The Daily Show With Jon Stewart.”

He sees a novel in his future. Maybe a law degree. Perhaps a home in Sierra Leone.

And probably more nightmares.

Iraq War Films, Fiction and Non

Iraq war films show consequences

by Christy Lemire

Most of the Iraq films so far have been documentaries — logistically it’s just been faster and easier for one filmmaker to get into the country, gather footage and leave. It would have been physically impossible in recent years for a film crew to make a feature there, and it’s especially dangerous now.

But a few fictional tales have emerged, including director Irwin Winkler’s “Home of the Brave” from last year, about a group of soldiers returning from Iraq and readjusting to their old lives. The movie stars Samuel L. Jackson, Jessica Biel and Curtis “50 Cent” Jackson and was shot partially in Morocco, where the desert and architecture are similar to those in Iraq. (“The Situation,” about a love triangle during the war, also was shot in Morocco.)

Another rare piece of fiction, “Grace Is Gone,” focuses on a father who takes his two young daughters on a road trip, where he struggles to explain that their mother died while serving in Iraq. The film debuted at Sundance where it won the audience award for favorite U.S. drama.

John Cusack, its star, said he began looking for an Iraq-themed film because of the Bush administration’s strong enforcement of Pentagon policy banning media coverage of America’s returning war dead.

“When they banned photos of the dead coming home, I thought, ‘My God, they think they can control death,’ ” Cusack said. “I’ve always thought you want to be in and of your time as an artist. I was kind of trying to process what’s happening right now. It seemed clear we’ve got to do stories about coffins coming home, and I was looking for something like that.”

Matt Dentler, producer of the South by Southwest film festival in Austin, Texas, where “My Country, My Country” and “Occupation: Dreamland” both had their North American premieres, expects that fewer documentaries and more features will come. It just takes time and historical perspective.

“It’s all about trying to make the quote-unquote definitive film about the subject and it’s hard to make a film that stands as a milestone,” Dentler said. “Look at Vietnam. A lot of people, whether you like Oliver Stone or not, consider ‘Platoon’ one of the definitive Vietnam films and that was released in 1986. People also cite ‘Apocalypse Now.’ That came out in the ’70s but that was an adaptation of ‘Heart of Darkness,’ adapted to fit the Vietnam War.

“We’re seeing some really interesting filmmaking going on in Iraq but they’re about so many other things that surround the war itself,” he said. “They are about what’s going on in Iraq but they’re about such bigger truths.”

Tobacco and Hollywood — by Ralph Nader

Tobacco and Hollywood

by Ralph Nader 

According to researchers at the University of California San Francisco
Center for Tobacco Control Research and Education, smoking appears even more in Hollywood movies released with G/PG/PG-13 than in R-rated films. Altogether, 75 percent of all U.S. releases have smoking scenes.
One cartoon film now on DVD, The Ant Bully, includes 41 tobacco scenes.

Researchers have found that viewing smoking in movies makes it far more likely that children will take up the habit — controlling for all other relevant factors (such as whether parents and peers smoke).

A Long Way Gone — by Ismael Beah

Ishmael Beah Was Never Very Far Away
Dave Weich


Ishmael Beah became a soldier at age thirteen, one year after rebels attacked his village, flushing him into the forest to live on the run with a pack of other boys his age.

Dave: You write at length about Bra spider and Leleh Gombah and the ways that storytelling was a central part of your childhood. Beah: There was a strong oral tradition. Storytelling was not just entertainment. It was also a way to impart certain knowledge to the young, to impart the history of communities and cultures. And moral behavior, how to behave — all the stories had a moral underpinning or a message. This was how it was done. They told you a story and you walked around remembering.

Remembering Tomorrow, a Memoir — by Michael Albert

Remembering Tomorrow
A Memoir
Michael Albert  

In this lucid political memoir, veteran anti-capitalist activist Michael Albert offers an ardent defense of the project to transform global inequality. Albert, a uniquely visionary figure, recounts a life of uncompromising commitment to creating change one step at a time. Whether chronicling the battles against the Vietnam War, those waged on Boston campuses, or the challenges of creating living, breathing alternative social models, Albert brings a keen and unwavering sense of justice to his work, pointing the way forward for the next generation.

MICHAEL ALBERT is a leading critic on political economy, U.S.foreign policy, and the media. A veteran writer and activist, he currently works with Z Magazine and the website Znet, both of which he cofounded. Schooled in the New Left and anti-Vietnam War movements and an activist ever since, Albert primarily focuses on matters of movement building and creating alternative media. He developed, along with Robin Hahnel, the economic vision called participatory economics. A Ph.D.in economics, Albert is the author of fifteen books. He lives in Woods Hole, Massachusetts, with his wife and partner, Lydia Sargent.

 

“Michael Albert is an important thinker who takes us beyond radical denunciations and pretentious ‘analysis’ to a thoughtful, profound meditation on what a good society can be like.”
Howard Zinn

“It is to Michael Albert’s everlasting credit that he has worked tirelessly to grapple with the very difficult questions of what a truly democratic economy might look like, and how it might work. Albert’s thoughtful contribution deserves wide attention.”
Robert W. McChesney

The Daily Show and Political Activism — by Megan Boler

The Daily Show and Political Activism

by Megan Boler

The popular debate about whether Jon Stewart’s The Daily Show is “bad for Americans” won’t go away. Indeed, worries got so big that now FOX has launched a conservative antidote, “The _ Hour News Show” which premiered this week. Now streaming on YouTube, MSNBC’s Joe Scarborough ran a piece featuring Daily Show clips and two pundits debating whether “therapeutic irony is rendering us politically impotent.” Similar fears were fanned last year when news media had a fiesta with a questionable study by two academics which claimed that watching The Daily Show breeds cynicism and lowers young voters’ “trust in national leaders.” In September, The New York Times Magazine ran a savvy piece called “My Satirical Self” about a generation of satire in which Wyatt Mason describes how “ridicule provides a remedy for his rage.” In 2003 in an interview with Bill Moyers, Moyers asks Jon Stewart: “I do not know whether you are practicing an old form of parody and satireor a new form of journalism. Stewart replies: “Well then that either speaks to the sad state of comedy or the sad state of news. I can’t figure out which one. I think, honestly, we’re practicing a new form of desperation (July 2003, PBS).

But Courtney Martin’s January 7 Baltimore Sun column touches on the plaguing question of satire’s role in politics: “Satire, of course, has a long and proven history as the source of bona fide social change. Aristophanes’ Lysistrata, Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle, George Orwell’s Animal Farm – all of these led to new public awareness that then led to protest, even some pragmatic reforms. Rebels distributed copies of Animal Farm, a novella satirizing totalitarianism, to displaced Soviets in Ukraine right after World War II.”

However, she laments, TDS viewers are only chatting around the water cooler.

Such claims are not only too simple, but wrong: the court jesters of our dark times translate into far more than chit-chat.

The Higher Power of Lucky — Children’s Books and Their Social Role

Prize-Winning Children’s Book 

by Andrew Gumbel 

Clearly Susan Patron, a public librarian from Los Angeles, did something right when she wrote the novel The Higher Power of Lucky because it won her this year’s Newbery Medal, America’s highest honour for children’s literature.

But she has also triggered a firestorm among conservative librarians and schoolteachers because of a certain word that appears on the book’s very first page.

The word is “scrotum” – a clear enough anatomical expression, one might think, but one that has caused untold consternation among certain cultural guardians who believe children need protection from even the mention of certain body parts.

In the Theater of the Jungle Belt — by P. Sainath

“I Killed My Husband”

In the Theater of the Jungle Belt

by P. Sainath

It was well past midnight when the farmer said he was fed up with the way things were going. He could not take it any more, he told us. A farmer’s life was not worth living. It was pretty cold by this time. Yet no one budged and you could feel the tension in the air. The play is called atma hatya (suicide) and we were part of an audience of 6,000 watching transfixed at that late hour. Theatre may be struggling to survive in the metros, but here in rural Vidharbha, [In the state of Maharashtra] it thrives. This is the season of jhadi patti rang bhoomi. Which loosely translates as “theatre of the jungle belt.”

Everybody is part of it. “We have farmers, tailors, painters and vendors in our plays,” says Ghulam Sufi of the Venkatesh natya mandali that is staging Atma Hatya. “That’s one reason why it resonates so much with ordinary people.” Mr. Sufi plays tabla for the 60-member troupe. We watched him do that – and saw him dash off in between to don make up and do a swift cameo in the play. The main carpenter of the troupe whom we had seen at work earlier also made an appearance on the rotating stage he had set up that afternoon.

Dixie Chicks Among Esteemed Outlaws

by Ashley Sayeau 

On Sunday night at the 49th annual Grammy awards, the Dixie Chicks took home five awards, including best album, record and song of the year.

It was a long road, indeed, for the Chicks, whose enormous fan base and ticket sales famously plummeted in 2003 after lead singer Natalie Maines remarked on the eve of the Iraq war that the group was “ashamed the president of the United States is from Texas.” Within days, radio stations were refusing to play their music, and fans were demanding refunds. Death threats were later issued.

Throughout the ordeal, the group remained admirably unapologetic, insisting that dissent is (or at least should be) a vital liberty in America. They further maintained this position in their album Taking the Long Way (which won the Grammy for best album) and especially in the song “Not Ready To Make Nice,” in which they directly addressed their critics: “It’s too late to make it right/ I probably wouldn’t if I could/ Cause I’m mad as hell/ Can’t bring myself to do what it is/ You think I should.”

Interview with Novelist Vladimir Sorokin

Interview conducted by Martin Doerry and Matthias Schepp 

Translated from the German by Christopher Sultan

“Russia Is Slipping Back into an Authoritarian Empire”

Russian author Vladimir Sorokin disscusses waning freedom of opinion in his country, the lack of opposition against President Vladimir Putin and dangerous Western ambivalence that is enabling the Kremlin’s growing authoritarian tendencies to take root.

SPIEGEL: Mr. Sorokin, in your new novel “Day of the Oprichnik,” you portray an authoritarian Russia ruled by a group of members of the secret police. The story is set in the future, but this future is similar to the past under Ivan the Terrible. Aren’t you really drawing parallels to today’s Russia?

Sorokin: Of course it’s a book about the present. Unfortunately, the only way one can describe it is by using the tools of satire. We still live in a country that was established by Ivan the Terrible.

SPIEGEL: His reign was in the 16th century. The czardom was followed by the Soviet Union, then democracy under (former President Boris) Yeltsin and (current President Vladimir) Putin. Has Russia not yet completed its break with the past?

Sorokin: Nothing has changed when it comes to the divide between the people and the state. The state demands a sacred willingness to make sacrifices from the people.  

SPIEGEL: Why did you suddenly feel the need to write this book?

Sorokin: The citizen lives in each of us. In the days of Brezhnev, Andropov, Gorbachev and Yeltsin, I was constantly trying to suppress the responsible citizen in me. I told myself that I was, after all, an artist. As a storyteller I was influenced by the Moscow underground, where it was common to be apolitical. This was one of our favorite anecdotes: As German troops marched into Paris, Picasso sat there and drew an apple. That was our attitude — you must sit there and draw your apple, no matter what happens around you. I held fast to that principle until I was 50. Now the citizen in me has come to life.