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- BOOKS, Page 79Fall into Chaos
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- By Robert Hughes
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- THE SNOWS OF YESTERYEAR
- by Gregor von Rezzori
- Knopf; 290 pages; $19.95
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- Nostalgia is what we like today: warm, a bit muzzy, with
- lots of generalizing dips back into a past full of evocative
- stage props and period business. Memory is another matter.
- Remembering truthfully is as difficult as inventing well --
- indeed, more so; hence the paucity of good memoirs. "You must
- never undertake the search for time lost," warns the last
- sentence of Gregor von Rezzori's The Snows of Yesteryear, "in
- the spirit of nostalgic tourism." The rest of the book shows how
- carefully he has obeyed this precept.
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- American readers know Rezzori mainly for two richly
- convoluted memory novels of Europe before and after World War
- II, Memoirs of an Anti-Semite (1981) and The Death of My Brother
- Abel (1985). The Snows of Yesteryear looks back before their
- time frame, to the childhood and, implicitly, the formation of
- a writer. It leads into a world now irretrievably lost, its
- values blown away by World War I and its fortunes wrecked by the
- inflationary '20s -- "For the class to which my parents belonged
- . . . a fall into chaos, into impotence and deprivation."
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- Rezzori was the son of a minor aristocratic family living
- on the outer fringes of the Austro-Hungarian Empire near
- Czernowitz in the Bukovina, which became part of Rumania in 1919
- when Rezzori was five, and was later swallowed by the Soviet
- Union. Rezzori's tale is not a continuous narrative but a group
- of character studies of five people who presided over his
- childhood and youth -- pillars of the writer's adult imagination
- around whose base the boy's life was lived.
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- An extraordinary set they were. His Carpathian peasant
- nurse, Cassandra, part witch and part illiterate earth mother,
- was given to romping naked with the pack of family dogs -- "a
- Lady Godiva with a pitch-black mane," whose fierce nurturing
- exuberance was in utmost contrast to the coddling anxieties of
- a beautiful, irascible Viennese mother. Mama believed she had
- gone below her station in the polyglot provinces of the
- Bukovina. Father was sexually unfaithful to her and volcanic in
- temper; an anti-Semite who despised Nazis as Untermenschen; a
- watercolorist, photographer and architectural historian whose
- diversions included dragging a dead wild boar through the hall
- and up the stairs in the course of a soiree. Above all, Baron
- von Rezzori was an obsessive hunter, whose profound and almost
- mystical relation with the woods and the etiquette of the chase
- would mark his son for life. Finally there were the beloved
- Other, his sister, dead at 21, and the Pomeranian governess,
- "Bunchy," who presided over the boy's home education as she had
- over his mother's.
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- Strong material, then; and Rezzori follows this family
- labyrinth back with a fine disdain for sentiment, a
- transparency of feeling, an acid sense of humor and a vigilant
- eye for nuances of love and indifference, language, landscape
- and class behavior. It is not a young man's (or a moralist's)
- book. But it is intensely moving and contains, in its winding
- and ironic cadences, not a slack sentence: a performance in a
- difficult key about the making of a near extinct kind of
- European.
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