St Petersburg

Akhmatova did not live to see either Requiem or Poem Without a Hero published in full in the Soviet Union. They were clandestinely copied by hand or typed and received with growing enthusiasm, even as the Soviet cultural apparatus not only ignored but tried to stamp out and destroy the unofficial Petersburg mythos that stubbornly grew stronger. One of the most notorious post-Stalinist acts of government repression was the show trial in 1964 of the young Leningrad poet Joseph Brodsky, a protégé of Akhmatova’s, charged with “parasitism.”

Exiled to the north and later expelled to the West in 1972, Brodsky settled in the United States, where with his talent and powerful intellect he became an heir to the “American branch” of Petersburg modernism. I use this term to unite a group of creative giants who had never declared their membership in any artistic school. Nevertheless, there was much to link Igor Stravinsky, Vladimir Nabokov, and George Balanchine. All three came from Petersburg, and after years in Europe they settled in the United States, where they had an enormous influence on American culture and created their “nostalgic” version of the Petersburg mythos, which attracted the attention of the Western intellectual elite when that mythos was being persecuted ruthlessly in the Soviet Union.

Brodsky picked up that tradition, thereby creating a link between the two great strata of Petersburg culture, sundered by the inexorable historical forces of the turbulent twentieth century.

I first met Brodsky in Leningrad in the early 1970s, but paradoxically I became truly acquainted with him only in New York, where I moved in 1976, having emigrated from the Soviet Union. In 1979 I published Testimony, the memoirs of Dmitri Shostakovich, written in collaboration with the composer while we were both in the USSR. Several other collaborative projects followed: Balanchine’s Tchaikovsky (with George Balanchine, 1985), From Russia to the West (with violinist Nathan Milstein, 1990), Joseph Brodsky in New York (conversations with the poet, 1990), and also with him a book of dialogues about Akhmatova, published in 1992 in Moscow. But for all those years I was working on a book devoted to Petersburg culture and the Petersburg mythos—an idea that had flashed through my mind on the unforgettable day in May 1965 with its snow and its rainbow, when my friends and I played the Shostakovich Ninth Quartet for Akhmatova in her dacha near Leningrad.

The need for such a book seemed even greater since neither in the Soviet Union nor anywhere else was there a comprehensive cultural history of the city that included literature, music, theater, ballet, and the arts. Paris, Vienna, Berlin, and New York were firmly established in the world’s consciousness as important cultural centers, where revolutionary aesthetic concepts were born and the clash of brilliant personalities created the greatness of modern art. People were fascinated by the “nervous splendor,” energy, and vitality of those grand cities.

But Petersburg did not join this distinguished group, which seemed grossly unfair to me. This was the city where Diaghilev’s artistic ideas were formed, where Meyerhold realized many of his most daring theatrical experiments, where the young Stravinsky composed his amazing music, where Matiushin and Malevich held the premiere of their epochal futurist opera, Victory Over the Sun; this was the city where one could find the roots of the literature and the theater of the absurd, of the New Criticism and of contemporary structuralism, of plotless ballet and the modern symphony. But through a fateful combination of cultural and political reasons, all these splendid accomplishments and famous names floated in some kind of space and time vacuum and remained strangely unconnected.

I began collecting the material for documenting this era in the early 1960s, meeting in Leningrad (and later in Moscow) with remarkable people, survivors of the Silver Age, the creators, participants, and observers of the flowering of Petersburg culture in the early twentieth century. Some of them held prominent social positions; others, often beset by terrible hardships and chastened by bitter experience, tried to live out quiet lives.

But they all wanted to recall those glorious years that were buried under a historical avalanche and about which they felt the new, indoctrinated generation knew nothing nor cared to know. That is why these people responded gratefully to any well-meaning interest in their past.