Some thoughts on Zinky Boys. Not so bad as it is disappointing after Voices from Chernobyl.
“I never want to write another word about the war, I told myself.”
Thus begins Zinky Boys, Alexievich’s oral history on the Soviet war in Afghanistan. You get a little from her own perspective, but not as much as I would’ve hoped. It’s clear she’s far more than the simple journalist some news sites in the west summed her up as: tons of literary references and quotes pepper the book as a whole, but especially her sections.
As far as books go, it’s good, very good, though perhaps a little plain. It’s ultimately an oral history on a war few of us have a connection to. I’m sure when he came out it caused a scandal, given how much about the war was censored, but for westerners, it’s nothing new. For those that don’t know, Alexievich primarily works to give voices to the many individuals behind big events by interviewing people and from their answers crafting monologues.
While her book Voices from Chernobyl worked great in this regard, here many of the stories are so short that they don’t have the space to build the same kind of power and resonance. In addition, the Chernobyl book had an excellent structure, going from widows to soldiers there at the times to peasants to refugees from another country who settled on the land, but not skipping around, staying more or less to one subject and time period for a bunch of monologues before moving on. In this one the basic stories are all kind of the same, a soldier, a widow, a mother, and they are all thrown together, as far as I can tell, without that same geographic or chronology link. There are some poignant scenes, but for the most part the people’s monologues blend together into one, which could be the point, but takes away what helped make Voices from Chernobyl so great.
Ultimately, there’s not much else to say. It’s not a bad book, in fact it’s pretty good, but it pails in comparison to the author’s other work. It has insights into the human condition, but none that you couldn’t find in another war story. Like I said before, it’s an oral history about a war few of us are connected to, so a lot of what I’d really critique or examine when looking at other books does not apply here. The author’s greatest strength here is her weakness: she does not seek to educate or entertain, but rather record these stories, with all their emotion, on paper. In Voices from Chernobyl I think those qualities enabled it to transcend its genre into a very powerful and impossible to put down read; here, it’s more a collection of primary sources. And ultimately, in 10 years time, I can see her Chernobyl book still being read by the general populace (and, if the descriptions of her other books are as good as they sound, her forthcoming ones in English), but this one already relegated to very specific university history classes and read nowhere else.
If it’s sounds like I’m being harsh, it’s more Voices from Chernobyl was just that good. That was one of the best works by a recent Nobel winner. This did not have anywhere near the same impact on me. I’m clearly not the intended audience here, I doubt many people on this forum are, but that has not stopped me from enjoying fiction from all over the world. It’s still a very good read, but unless you’re a fan of hers, I would say start elsewhere to see why instead of just a political choice she was one of the best recently. Hope her others are more similar to Chernobyl than this one.
3.5/5