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    Under Western Eyes
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    Under Western Eyes

    By Joseph Conrad

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    Adventure and Corruption in Russia

    “The man who says that he has no illusions has at least that one.”- Joseph Conrad, Under Western Eyes

    A four-part novel set in St. Petersburg, Russia, during the reign of Tsar Nicholas III, in which Razumov, a young student preparing for a career in the czarist bureaucracy, unwittingly becomes embroiled in the assassination of a public official.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXist Publishing
    Release dateMar 17, 2016
    ISBN9781681957005
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    Joseph Conrad

    Polish-born Joseph Conrad is regarded as a highly influential author, and his works are seen as a precursor to modernist literature. His often tragic insight into the human condition in novels such as Heart of Darkness and The Secret Agent is unrivalled by his contemporaries.

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    • 2/5
      STerk met Dostojevski verwant verhaal over Russische revolutionairen, anarchisten zonder veel organisatie. Sterk meanderend verhaal, met veel personages. Essentie is dat Razumov ergens bij wil horen, verklaart zijn optreden. Profetisch, want 6 jaar voor de Russische Revolutie. Toch geen echt aansprekend verhaal
    • 5/5
      In 1910 Joseph Conrad published a novel about a young man named Razumov. Like so much of Conrad it is well written and full of psychological insight. For the 'hero' of the story takes up with a terrorist, Victor Haldin, and betrays him to the secret police. This act haunts him throughout the rest of the novel and the ramifications of his actions determine to a great extent his fate. Set in St. Petersburg before the fall of the Czar and in Geneva Switzerland where revolutionaries plotted against the Czar, this novel takes you into a world of intrigue that shares the atmosphere of that era. The narrator of the novel is a professor of English living in Geneva who through access to Razumov's diary is able to narrate both the inner thoughts of Razumov while sharing the outer circumstances that he observes. This is a novel that lures the reader with a psychological suspense and does not disappoint.
    • 3/5
      a great story which i wish someone else had written. i found conrad very hard to follow.
    • 2/5
      STerk met Dostojevski verwant verhaal over Russische revolutionairen, anarchisten zonder veel organisatie. Sterk meanderend verhaal, met veel personages. Essentie is dat Razumov ergens bij wil horen, verklaart zijn optreden. Profetisch, want 6 jaar voor de Russische Revolutie. Toch geen echt aansprekend verhaal
    • 3/5
      Joseph Conrad is a master of imprinting settings and characters whose minds and appearancesare both vivid and demanding. Unfortunately, in Under Western Eyes, none of the characters inspire compassion or much interest.Worse still, the plot drags on and on with scant suspense and a patchy and unsatisfying ending.If only Razumov had tossed the brown packet of rubles to a poor person,readers might have some respect for his evolving character.Instead, we are faced with a man who makes an unenviable decision to turn ina murderer who has killed to advance a cause which Razumov actually believes in.He doesn't want this man who has come to him for safety and help to ruin his life;he does that himself.
    • 4/5
      Very much in the style of Dostoevsky (not my favorite Russian author) but intriguing look at a young man caught between revolutionaries and self-interest. The double meanings of much of the text are marvelously done. This Conrad novel, from 1911, is quite different from his most famous "Heart of Darkness".
    • 3/5
      V.S. Naipaul couldn't have put it better when describing the merit of this book (paraphrased): The novel begins with the promise of Dostoevskian themes, but trails off into analysis.

      But those first one-hundred pages: six stars. Amazing...
    • 5/5
      Apolitical Russian student Razumov comes home one evening to find a fellow student, Haldin, waiting for him in his rooms. Haldin tells him that he has assassinated a despotic government minister on the street that morning, and has come to Razumov for refuge and help.Conrad is awesome. The unbidden tangle Razumov is suddenly put into forces him into a series of choices that, whichever way he turns, will transform his life forever. Much of the book takes place in Geneva - the original murder having taken place in St Petersburg - and is told by an English teacher living there, who knows but is never a part of the Russian emigre revolutionaries' community, and doesn't quite understand them (his are the 'western eyes'). The book covers some of the same ground as Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment, but (in my view) in a more credible way, and in a far more challenging one: whereas Raskolnikov's crime is clearly bad and there is a clear good in opposition to it, Razumov's problem leaves him with no good options. Whatever he does in choosing between Tsarist autocracy and the revolutionary utopians will be bad, and he have to face incredible guilt - but he has to choose one, he cannot do anything else. Conrad's writing is often a bit of tangle to read, but I thought this was easier that some of his other books - and where it is difficult, it works because it is about characters at war with themselves in convoluted ways. Great stuff.
    • 5/5
      The master -- remarkably prescient about how the 20th century was going to go.
    • 4/5
      Sometimes heavy going but ultimately rewarding this is a story of a young man who got caught up in political events preceding the Russian Revolution, and though he wanted nothing more than to be left alone to live his life, he becomes irrevocably caught up in intrigue and counter intrigue. Terrifying and tragic the tale is as fresh and frightening as an episode of Spooks.
    • 2/5
      Razumov is a loner, studying at the university and working hard. He is interrupted one day by another student, Victor Haldin, who confesses to the assassination of a government official just that day. Razumov realizes he must help Haldin, but he doesn't care about politics, only about the consequences if his involvement gets out.Despite setting out to help Haldin, when things get complicated Razumov informs on him. Haldin is arrested and executed. (This may sound like a spoiler, but it takes place early in the book and is described on the back cover.)When I started reading this book, I couldn't remember the story at all. I know I read it in college, but nothing that I was reading stood out to me. I think it's because I was confusing it with The Secret Agent, which is also about anarchists and the coming revolution.Conrad uses this story to talk a lot about Russians and their psychology and how Westerners can never understand them. He also skips around in the story, going back several months, then jumping back ahead. It's confusing, and I don't think it works.The story is told as if taken from Razumov's diary. The person telling the story is an English teacher he meets much later in the book.I'm not sure I would recommend this one. Like I said, the timeline is rather confused. I felt like Conrad had an agenda in writing this book, and it got in the way of the story. I don't think I will read this one again.
    • 4/5
      The thing you have to be prepared for when reading Conrad's political novels, is that he was writing 100 years ago and a disturbing amount of what he portrays fits the present day, and probably always will. I suppose I should see this as the mark of a talented author--he's really just describing people, and we really don't change--but I can't read one of these without becoming somewhat disillusioned by just how little has changed in 100 years of "progress".

      Anyway, to the story. This is the least action-packed of Conrad's works that I've read, and it's kind of refreshing. All the real "action" happens before the book starts, and to a character who barely appears in the book himself. The story, instead, is about the consequences for everyone else around him. It's a brilliant ruse to focus on what Conrad does best anyway: writing about emotions and interpersonal conflict, honesty, suspicion, honour and malice. And in the end, the small story of turbulence in a few peoples' lives illustrates much better than any broad narrative could the astonishing power of abstract ideas like patriotism and political systems to crush the individuals caught up in their way.

      My one frustration with this book, in common with several of Conrad's others, is that at times he gives the narrator character himself too much attention, and manages to come across rather pompous as a result. I think an editor could have improved this book by cutting a few soliloquies out....
    • 3/5
      “Under Western Eyes” (1911) is a story which takes place as revolution is fomenting in autocratic Russia. The author Joseph Conrad was a British subject, but born Konrad Korzeniowski and from his childhood well acquainted with revolution; his father was a radical in Poland as it attempted rebellion unsuccessfully against Russia, a rebellion in which four of his uncles were killed or imprisoned. The book gets off to a brilliant start; a young student Razumov finds himself unwillingly swept into a terrorist attack against the State, and from that moment on finds that he cannot return to a simple life of study with the goal of advancement into society. In a twist of fate he is credited with a revolutionary act, one he disagrees with, and one he cannot distance himself from. Despite his aloof nature, he seems to possess a magnetism which leads to him being admired and claimed by both sides of the struggle, one he wanted no part of. He’s a “wrong man” caught in the middle and ends up racked with guilt for his actions, as well as hatred for those who have put him in this position. Conrad made the larger political struggle a human one in this way, and showed those involved “behind the scenes”, flawed human psychologies and all. I liked how he showed the ideological faults of both sides of the struggle as well; indeed, objectivity was one of his goals. He states in his ‘author’s note’: “The ferocity and imbecility of an autocratic rule rejecting all legality and in fact basing itself upon complete moral anarchism provokes the no less imbecile and atrocious answer of a purely Utopian revolutionism encompassing destruction by the first means to hand, in the strange conviction that a fundamental change of hearts must follow the downfall of any given human institutions. These people are unable to see that all they can effect is merely a change of names. The oppressors and the oppressed are all Russians together…”I was reminded of a couple of things as I read the book, though these are by no means perfect analogies. The balance reminded me of John Lennon’s lyrics in the song ‘Revolution’, “Well you know we all want to change the world, but when you talk about destruction, don’t you know you can count me out.” Secondly, as Razumov finds himself haunted by guilt in several forms after a violent act at the book’s outset, he reminded me a bit of Raskolnikov in “Crime and Punishment”. Apparently Conrad was not a Dostoevsky fan so he probably wouldn’t appreciate the parallel.Some of Conrad’s writing is quite nice, such as the portraits he paints of the Laspara daughters “prowling about enigmatically silent, sleepy-eyed, corsetless, and generally, in their want of shape and the disorder of their rumpled attire, resembling old dolls”, but in general I found the book too sculpted and meticulous after Part One. There is not enough rawness and passion, and when the first-person English writer begins taking a larger role in Part Two, the text is too repetitive and slow. It picks up nicely at the very end but needed editing.Quotes:On “change”:“As if anything could be changed! In this world of men nothing can be changed – neither happiness nor misery. They can only be displaced at the cost of corrupted consciences and broken lives – a futile game for arrogant philosophers and sanguinary triflers.”On happiness:“He merely thought that life without happiness is impossible. What was this happiness? He yawned and went on shuffling about and about between the walls of his room. Looking forward was happiness – that’s all – nothing more. To look forward to the gratification of some desire, to the gratification of some passion, love, ambition, hate – hate too indubitably. Love and hate. And to escape the dangers of existence, to live without fear, was also happiness. There was nothing else. Absence of fear – looking forward. ‘Oh! the miserable lot of humanity!’ he exclaimed mentally…”On hotels, I’m sure this will come to mind on my next business trip:“The walls were white, the carpet red, electric lights blazed in profusion, and the emptiness, the silence, the closed doors all alike and numbered, made me think of the perfect order of some severely luxurious model penitentiary on the solitary confinement principle.”On life:“The sense of life’s continuity depended on trifling bodily impressions. The trivialness of daily existence were an armour for the soul. And this thought reinforced the inward quietness of Razumov as he began to climb the stairs familiar to his feet in the dark, with his hand on the familiar clammy banister. The exceptional could not prevail against the material contacts which make one day resemble another. Tomorrow would be like yesterday.”“But it was no use. He would be always played with. Luckily life does not last for ever.”On parents (ok, and communism):“The mere idea of marrying one day such another man as my father made me shudder. I don’t mean that there was any one wanting to marry me. There was not the slightest prospect anything of the kind. But was it not sin enough to live on a Government salary while half Russia was dying of hunger? The Ministry of Finances! What a grotesque horror it is! What does the starving, ignorant people want with a Ministry of Finances? I kissed my old folks on both cheeks, and went away from them to live in cellars, with the proletariat.”On the poor:“Her father was a clever but unlucky artisan. No joy had lighted up his laborious days. He died at fifty: all the years of his life he had panted under the thumb of masters whose rapacity exacted from him the price of the water, of the salt, of the very air he breathed: taxed the sweat of his brow and claimed the blood of his sons. No protection, no guidance! What had society to say to him? Be submissive and be honest. If you rebel I shall kill you. If you steal I shall imprison you. But if you suffer I have nothing for you – nothing except perhaps a beggarly dole of bread – but no consolation for your trouble, no respect for your manhood, no pity for the sorrows of your miserable life.”On revolution:“Destruction is the work of anger. Let the tyrants and the slayers be forgotten together, and only the reconstructors be remembered.”On Russia:“He cast his eyes upwards and stood amazed. The snow had ceased to fall, and now, as if by a miracle, he saw above his head the clear black sky of the northern winter, decorated with the sumptuous fires of the stars. It was a canopy fit for the resplendent purity of the snows.Razumov received an almost physical impression of endless space and of countless millions.He responded to it with the readiness of a Russian who is born to an inheritance of space and numbers. Under the sumptuous immensity of the sky, the snow covered the endless forests, the frozen rivers, the plains of an immense country, obliterating the landmarks, the accidents of the ground, leveling everything under its uniform whiteness, like a monstrous blank page awaiting the record of an inconceivable history. It covered the passive land with its lives of countless people like Ziemianitch and its handful of agitators like this Haldin – murdering foolishly.”“That propensity of lifting every problem from the plane of the understandable by means of some sort of mystic expression, is very Russian. I knew her well enough to have discovered her scorn for all the practical forms of political liberty known to the western world. I suppose one must be a Russian to understand Russian simplicity, a terrible corroding simplicity in which mystic phrases clothe a naïve and hopeless cynicism. I think sometimes that the psychological secret of the profound difference of that people consists in this, that they detest life, the irremediable life of the earth as it is, whereas we westerners cherish it with perhaps an equal exaggeration of its sentimental value.”
    • 3/5
       Intrigueing book. Told by a narrator who is involved in the periphery of the action. he's an English language teacher, and is the western eyes of the title. he sees it as his duty to pass on what happened and present the Russians at the core of the story in a manner understandable to the western mind. the chief protagonists are Razumov and Natalia Haldin, she the sister of a revolutionary who throws himself on Razumov after committing a bombing raid that kills a minister, but also innocent bystanders. This Razumov can't accept, so instead of helping Haldin escape, he betrays him to the authorities. He does this with no emotional involvement, he is apolitical and detached from society. The book traces his progression from detached individual to someone who care about truth and is prepared to act in the interest of truth, even if is personally disadvantages him. It doesn't quite end up in the way that you think it will.

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    Under Western Eyes - Joseph Conrad

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