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- (1985) A World Inspects The New Guard
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1985 Highlights
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- <source>Time Magazine</source>
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- March 25, 1985
- SOVIET UNION
- A World Inspects the New Guard
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- <p>Does Mikhail Gorbachev promise a revolution for the Kremlin, or
- just more of the same for a much longer time?
- </p>
- <p> Familiarity is said to breed either contempt or children, but
- it is not supposed to enhance a mystery. The West has grown
- familiar with Soviet transferals of power in the past 28 months:
- Brezhnev became Andropov became Chernenko. Last week the new
- Soviet leader, Mikhail Gorbachev, strode under Western eyes in
- the now easily recognizable setting of a Moscow funeral for a
- head of state: Soviet citizens lined up and bundled up in what
- seems an eternal freeze; Chopin thudding in the background;
- gray-coated soldiers marching stiff legged like a row of A's;
- a body laid out like a doll atop a hill of red and white
- flowers. Familiar sites: the House of Unions, the Historical
- Museum, the Lenin Mausoleum. Familiar rituals: foreign
- dignitaries solemnly shaking hands with the new man, giving him
- the once-over. There is the former leader's widow, the first
- chance for a closer look at her. What codes can be deciphered
- in the eulogy? Which Politburo member is standing where? These
- funerals have been our way inside of late, our odd little
- knotholes to the land of deep secrets.
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- <p> So we ought to feel as if we knew considerably more about the
- Soviet Union after these 28 months. Certainly, we try hard
- enough to know. Before Konstantin Chernenko's death, Gorbachev
- was already being tracked like a meteor: Margaret Thatcher
- likes what she saw of him; he has a lovely wife and a
- grandchild; did you hear the delightful joke he made about Marx
- and the British Museum? Yes, but one has to watch the silver;
- just because he is educated and urbane does not mean he is soft.
- Clearly, he is out to kill Star Wars. And he does have a
- temper. And so on. Only after long bouts of fruitless peering
- does one realize, again, that to scrutinize a Soviet leader is
- to scrutinize the Soviet state, and the state is a monument to
- impermeability.
- </p>
- <p> It may be useful on such occasions to pick up John Reed's
- enthusiastic description of Lenin in Ten Days That Shook the
- World: "Loved and revered as perhaps few leaders in history have
- been...a leader purely by virtue of intellect; colorless,
- humorless, uncompromising and detached, without picturesque
- idiosyncrasies--but with the power of explaining profound ideas
- in simple terms." Then, having read that, to pick up Vladimir
- Nabokov's autobiography, Speak, Memory, in which the author,
- having fled the Soviet revolution, discusses the "bestial terror
- that had been sanctioned by Lenin--the torture-house, the
- blood-bespattered wall." Reed saw what he wished to see,
- Nabokov what he saw. One assumes that Gorbachev is no Lenin,
- except perhaps in intellectual bent, but the problem of
- perception remains. Today one takes a position between Reed and
- Nabokov, between the desire for optimism and the knowledge of
- a brutal regime.
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- <p> The desire is to hope for the best; the necessity is to expect
- the worst. Yet, since the Soviet Union remains a closed gate,
- both forms of anticipation reveal more of ourselves than of the
- Soviets. For nearly half a century, the West has been a people
- of gate watchers in regard to the Soviet Union. Once more we
- address our questions to the gatekeeper: Does his relative
- youth signal flexibility or merely a longer reign of adamancy?
- Does his background in agriculture suggest less emphasis on the
- military? Is this changing of the guard merely plus ca change?
- No one on the other side answers, of course, so the questions
- bounce back to us who pose them, rattling around in their own
- echoes while we stand outside like the relatives of political
- prisoners, waiting for news.
- </p>
- <p> Throughout this ritual, the gate remains closed, as it has
- always been closed, from the days before the Czars through a
- history that owes little to the West. As for the new
- gatekeeper, he will reveal himself when he and the state from
- which he is inseparable are ready. In Speak, Memory, Nabokov
- tells of awakening mornings in the Russia of his boyhood and
- glancing at the chink between the white shutters to see what the
- new day proffered: gloom or "dewy brilliancy." The West has
- no shutters it can open, and the glimpses it gets show almost
- nothing. This is the way we have learned to live with our
- adversary, looking eagerly and skeptically into the dark.
- </p>
- <p>-- By Roger Rosenblatt
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