About Bryn

Writer, Australia, ex-UK. I've been quietly at work on my historical fiction about 12th and 13th-century Mongols since 2003. It's my main occupation/obsession. Before that, I spent years on a creative translation of Beowulf (unfinished) and wrote science fiction. Keen on: walks by the sea, where I live. Baroque opera, Shostakovich, David Bowie. Books, old and a few new. Doctor Who and Star Trek: Discovery.

By me in December

(buy me in December? hey)

A post to celebrate what’s come out in December with work by me.

New Edge Sword & Sorcery #5, #6

find at newedgeswordandsorcery.com

In these I have three items.

A story, #5 – this was a crowdfund extra, so I said in the Discord I’d listen to requests. Carl asked for: ‘Goatskin drinks milk alone in the grass, maybe slowly roasting something. Can it be at night? So she can see the stars and it’s all liminal? I just want 6000 words of her thoughts.’ (But do not worry, dear reader: this extra story was shorter than the NESS usual; I was given 2500 words). Bearji suggested Old Goatskin, which I’d had in mind for a while myself. While Nicholas Diak threw in food that talks back to her?? And then Nathan Long put a loop in that with ‘Hallucinating a conversation with the goat she is eating, which caused the hallucinations.’

These strange requests came together in ‘The Change’, a story that looks back upon the Mongol conquests, with its changes to the world and its traumas to Goatskin. There also fed into this story a couple of episodes of madness in my past and my treatment for post-traumatic stress disorder two years ago. So, not breezy, but I gave Goatskin the age I am now, and being a happy post-madperson (look, it’s absurd how happy I am on a lot of days), not dismal.

Read to the David Bowie song. Change, my people: it’s happened before, it’ll happen again.

Art by Savanna Mayer (@well_dipper) for ‘The Change’

 

A poem, #5 – ‘Sword & Sorcery I: It belongs to you’ is an invitation to Sword & Sorcery. At least, if you like dog’s suet and goat’s pizzle I suppose.

A profile, #6 – ‘Raw: Janrae Frank and Chimquar the Lionhawk’. In which I get to profile a Sword & Sorcery author who fell by the wayside, but whose story in Amazons! wowed me in 1979, or shortly afterward – I can’t remember when I acquired that anthology. This was an honour and a thrill to write.

Chimquar art for my Janrae Frank profile by Chuah Shih Shin (@sscindyss_art)

Beating Hearts & Battle-Axes

Has gone out to crowdfund backers; official release is January, when it’ll be available to everybody. I might write a blog post then, if I’m cheeky enough, about my story’s inspirations. In brief, as I said on Bluesky,

(find me on Bluesky, quite often: @brynhammond.bsky.social )

The queer joy is strong in this one, and we also eat a few of the rich.

A Visit from the Scythians: Four Shaman Stories

New ebook, only on my Payhip —

A Visit from the Scythians: Four Shaman Stories

Two reprints, two originals.

‘Ill Spirits’

Qamty used masculine speech tags for himself and kept a curl of bristle on his chin, and he wore what was a woman’s hat in Merqot, white stoat, with pearls and silver strung into his hair. His deer, the one he rode and the others under bags, six of them, were soft stags that had a doe’s proportions. These were sacred creatures, but uneasy in a camp.

‘Spirit Writing’

The Cosmocrat of Ping had outlawed origin spirits for the peoples of the north. Instead, you must have ancestry, orderly, recorded, and limited to men. Ishet had to close her mouth once the court official addressed them. Even her presence was an impropriety.

‘A Truce with Evil’

The truth was, her brother’s riding-stag still represented to her Talisy’s disastrous decision, in the first place, to join the Agyr knights. Too often she saw, instead of his empty seat, the Talisy of two years ago in his splendid fishscale armour astride a young Batrad, the stag’s white hair and the opalescent armour both polished to a fine shine. Batrad already with a strut. To be picked out for a steed – on rude size and strength and the whiteness of his coat – immediately went to his head. In the home herd he had been all disruption and no sense, like any stag his age. Fit to run around the forest with a lance and act out twaddle from the epic quests.

‘A Visit from the Scythians’

Hands the size of shovels; her feet sprawl like a camel’s. I have never seen a woman walk like that. I think her hips are the axle of her cart. This is not athleticism, but rather ignorance of human motion – the opposite, in fact, of our sports. They walk rawly, as if never taught.

Together, 17000 words.

‘Ill Spirits’ first published in The Knot Wound Round Your Finger: An Anthology on Memory, History & Inheritance, edited by Devon Field, Bell Press, 2021.

‘A Truce with Evil’ first published in Queer Weird West Tales, edited by Julie Bozza, LIBRAtiger, 2022.

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A review thick with insights from E.M. White at Sad but Building Worlds:
https://sadbutbuildingworlds.blog/2025/11/15/im-reading-more-steppe-fiction-a-visit-from-the-scythians-a-collection-by-bryn-hammond/

What Rough Beast?

Art by Goran Gligović. I am thrilled with this cover.

~excerpt~

They did not light a fire. Stars were thrown spectacularly close up here. No moon was out.

Until a glow slid through chinks in stone on the far side of the ring, behind cultists who turned to the encounter in a stance with lifted arms, pale flares licking at them like disastrous meteors, and slowly the moon loomed above the rim. As spooky a moon as Duz had seen, with as near a thing to a face: a blistered, cracked, eroded face, bleary eyes in heavy pouches, an old person’s slobbery pout. A monstrous moon.

It seemed their signal.

Down at the fair the young had favoured city liquor, mash you buy cheap in the wine shops – even though summer was the time for fermented milk in frothy vats, sweet and astringent, a sting and a tang on the tongue. Duz had indulged to bloat on bubbly milk. Now the stick insect Duz had leapt carts against dragged out a night-black yak calf and quickly slit its throat. They caught its blood in a leather pail, and then they poured in milk – milk others freshly squeezed from the dead calf’s mother’s teats, a clump of them around her to hide what they had done. But she smelt the blood and was suspicious, and she struggled free: they flung the carcass downslope and she bellowed, her whitened eyes on that limp arc, and the yak cow blundered away after her child.

Raw milk and fresh blood, swirled together in a pail, and the stick insect first dipped a ladle and swallowed. Others followed him. One by one the cultists crouched and partook of this filthy drink.

Duz almost heaved up her belly of fermented milk. The smell alone made her queasy.

And the smell took her back, took her back to Ominan, though the last shaman’s ceremony she witnessed must be fifteen years ago. Raw milk, fresh blood, was the concoction a community gave its shaman, because it was spirits’ food, an anti-food a human stomach turned to think of. At Ominan people fed the shaman laughing, for he was not quite human, he was one too with the spirits, he belonged on both levels of existence. People prepared a pail for him with exaggerated displays of disgust, and teased him with the treat, for in his trance he was the victim of a more-than-human hunger, a crazed desire for this strange sustenance, and when they let him at it he lapped and splashed, his head right in the pail, the picture of a wolf deranged with thirst.

Nobody drinks an animal’s milk from the teat, and blood you put in sausages or soup. People cook.

 

What Rough Beast? 

Among the yak nomads, rowdy, restless young have thrown themselves into a cult of were-beasts ridden by unknown spirits, and they stalk Goatskin.

They feel evil: evil by the lights of the intruder Temple, or by the banned old beliefs? And the shaman Goatskin searches for – a sad old man who set off on a quest his people call insane – what beast does he impossibly grapple?

In the starry high meadows, what inhabits the night? Whose evil?

What Rough Beast?, my second Goatskin novella (each a standalone), is being crowdfunded as one of four novellas from Brackenbury Books. Find us on Backerkit September 9-30. Here’s the link — do click and give us a look, and I hope support. 

New Edge Sword & Sorcery Novellas 2025 

 

The excerpt above is from early on in the story; you can hear it in situ as publisher Oliver Brackenbury reads the first couple of chapters. 

Meanwhile I have an interview out at Black Gate, part of S E Lindberg’s series on Art & Beauty in Weird Fantasy. This was right up my alley, and a perfect excuse to ramble about my Decadent influences in both Goatskin novellas, Waste Flowers and What Rough Beast? Beauty, the stranger places one can find it, has always been a fascination of mine, and likely to be a presence in whatever I write. 

Black Gate interview

 

Waste Flowers: sources and influences

photo by Carl Ellis (@carlc75.bsky.social)

Here’s a smatter of sources and influences for my novella Waste Flowers, published in May as half of Double-Edged Sword & Sorcery.

1927, before the roads were too-travelled. On the brink of railways and the forgetting of journeys by camel. Owen Lattimore is a great writer, say what else you like, and I have stolen from him certain ethics and habits of camel men — over a large gap of time from Sogdian Traders: A History by Étienne de la Vaissière, but one does what one can to flesh out the sparse medieval sources.

Earlier travel. Go as early as you can with your travel accounts, and grasp over the space between French priests sent to spy on khans in the thirteenth century, and French priests out to wander in the nineteenth. Huc and Gabet have given me oddments from songs to animal behaviour: rich, lively, less rude than other old travels about Mongols and their way of life.

A great book for background on foreigners and reception of the foreign in Tang, but the photo is a stand-in for a more particular source: my most-consulted unpublished thesis (MA), Lee Chamney’s ‘The An Shi Rebellion and Rejection of the Other in Tang China’. I find this fascinating on an interaction of poetry and politics. ‘Just as the genre of frontier poetry briefed officials on what to expect at the frontier, it also briefed Xuanzong on how to understand the wars he commanded.’ How poetry shaped politics and not the other way around. I think the researcher writes SFF now.

Tang China’s ‘anti-foreign turn’ runs through my story. Nimgart’s little disquisition on how frontier poetry cemented the Walls, owes entirely to Lee Chamney.

Now we come to the people-eaters.

When my bandits sit around and discuss the end of aristocracy in Tang, and attribute it to the sheer destruction caused by That Terrible Bandit, they make the argument of this book.

For a quote on Huang Chao’s use of civilians as rations, and other incidents of people-eating, see my old post ‘They Eat People in the City’: three anecdotes.

These are what I turned to in preparation: old influences of mine that I felt the need to revisit, to stoke a mood.

Beauty and evil entwined in mine, so I went to Baudelaire. A website devoted to his Flowers of Evil gives you several English translations. This time around, I liked his Litany to Satan the most.

I was to write criminals, so I go to Jean Genet — again, for perverse beauty. My criminals always and indelibly owe to Dostoyevsky, but I think I talked about him in interviews (you can find more, much more, in the interviews I did when our crowdfund was on: collected here).

In the end, these two named my novella: between Flowers of Evil and Genet’s Our Lady of the Flowers, I went with the title Waste Flowers.

Grendel poem ‘Scapegoat’

Meghan Purvis, my #1 translation

 

My poem on Grendel, ‘Scapegoat’, has been published at Heroic Fantasy Quarterly.

Read online.

As always, I urge people to read a poem aloud, with the mouth and the ears.

My inspiration was Algernon Swinburne’s ‘The Leper’, which I read (aloud) over and over to steep myself in its ballad rhythms, somewhat halt, its stark simplicity of words, somewhat awkward, its rough rhymes. Swinburne does a medievalist diction here and I think he found in medieval poetry a choppy quality, rough edges that in medievalism (imitation of the medieval) are a part of the charm. In his poem these aid the rude simplicity, the stumblingly sincere narrator’s voice.

‘The Leper’ got called ‘one of Swinburne’s shockers’. It describes a lady being eaten away by leprosy, rejected in disgust by her erstwhile admirers, cared for in squalid circumstances by a lowly man, always devoted to her, whom she once despised. There is suggested necrophilia and the scenario sets up a questioning of God.

Sometimes Swinburne ‘shockers’ are side-on and deliberately lurid, and are lesser works for that. Other times, they stretch empathy into its most radical positions. The perverse story of ‘The Leper’ is told straight, with a sincerity as simple as that ballad metre, and goes straight for the heart. It has things in common with my primary Swinburne poem ‘Anactoria’, which again questions God through a story of obsessive love and sadomasochism (Sappho’s for a girl who abandoned her), not a ballad but first-person and voicy, and out to do much more than shock.

I didn’t think I’d got much of that choppy sincerity to the verse, but on a pre-publication re-read, I do catch that kind of simplicity I aimed for when I set out to write a poem like ‘The Leper’. And I hope I tweak your heart on behalf of the sentimental monstrous, like Swinburne. Here’s a link to his poem.


Grendel has been my ultimate outsider for decades and I love him dearly. One of my early abandoned novels was titled Grendel in Hell, and had steampunk demons before steampunk was a thing, because the Devil stood for artificiality as Against Nature (to invoke the title of a Decadent classic by Huysmans). I snipped off a little piece of this material and got it into ergot.

And because my Beowulf translation, abandoned after 1000 lines, won’t see the light of day, have a primer/reminder of the original, the section pertinent to ‘Scapegoat’. Starting at first mention of Grendel:

The times that dawned meant only torment for one,
An estranged spirit, weary with his years spent in the waste –
Each day to hear echo the enchantment in the court.
There the harp played and the bard’s lay leapt up.
An orator, taught in the lore of the origin of life,
Talked on the Omnipotent, on the cosmos his creation:
The symmetry of earth encircled by the seas,
The proud march of sun and moon, lamps for our path,
Embroidery of boughs and leaves, living, burgeoning;
Life too quickened in the creatures that stir, each in its kind.

So the king’s company lived in celebration, blessed,
Until one inflicted his envy upon them, an unholy fiend.
This grim figure they knew as ugly Grendel,
Rumoured to wander the wild moors and marshes,
Frightening men from the frontiers of the fens.
An age he had guarded the monsters’ home ground –
Such was his dark fate since God had forsaken
The tribe of Cain’s kindred until the end of time,
Condemned in him, because he killed his brother.
That feud did not profit him; far was he pursued
By the great judge for his guilt, a fugitive from men.
Owed to his ancestry are the unnatural things –
Ogres and elves and ghouls from the dead,
Even the giants who fought against God
In an epoch of havoc… but He had his own back.

One night he intruded, intrigued, into the house,
Hushed now the Ring Danes had drunk enough of wine.
Inside he found them, and saw how those fighting elite
Slept after the feast, forgot the sad state, the dark end of flesh.
The damned one, grim and greedy, at once was urged on,
Ferocious, in frenzy, and seized thirty lives as they slept –
Then escaped, ecstatic with his catch, back the way he came,
Towards his solitudes to enjoy his spoil of slain.
Then, in the half light from under the horizon,
The danger of Grendel dawned upon men.
After the laughter uplifted yesterday
Screams and cries clamoured to the morning sky.
The king, known for honour, the old noble,
Once they had searched and discovered the tracks
Of the cursed demon, sat downcast
As his strong heart strove under his heavy grief.
Too harsh that trouble, too hard and tenacious.
No pause – the next night unleashed another onslaught,
Double the flagrant murder. No doubts he felt
About his drastic feud; he was lost too deep in it.
His gist was unambiguous, and most of Hrothgar’s guests
Disbanded to secure beds, separate from the court,
Where was no grudge against them, about the outer grounds
Or among the animals, since a devil had joined the army.

So he usurped the house from the use of men,
At war against right, one against the world.
The ideal court was empty, abandoned to the enemy.
It went on a great while; throughout twelve winters
Scyld’s childrens’ chief suffered his inflictions,
Utmost sorrow, the gamut of grief.
The tale of it travelled, heard by the tribes
In elegies for Hrothgar under Grendel’s siege –
Hostilities sustained, season in, season out,
A vendetta without end, and vengeance for no fault.
Not for him arbitration, or atonement, or a truce;
No family saw a fee for his felonies,
No victim had his due; futile to demand
Handsome satisfaction at the slayer’s hands.
The uncanny creature only hunted them like quarry,
A shadow of death stalking their footsteps in the dark,
Ambushing in the unnatural night on the misty moors;
The haunts of hell’s initiates are a mystery.
So the enemy of men sought their harm and ignominy
And up against them on his own, overawed them.
He dwelt in Heorot the jewelled while the light was out –
With no grace to know the gift throne, nor to kneel
In loving kindness at that seat in the Creator’s sight.

Heavy was his punishment, crushing the heart
Of Scyld’s childrens’ king and comrade.
His under-chiefs sat often in conclave, to consult
On a strategy, what strength of spirit might attempt
In defence, what face the fear of his rush.
Some among them sacrificed at pagan shrines,
Worshipped stones, supplicated in prayer
The slayer of souls to help, to have pity on the people.
Such was their habit, the only hope of heathens;
Their hearts’ instinct turned to hell, ignorant of heaven.
The one God was unknown to them, the wonderworker,
Our sanctuary; they had not learnt His sacraments.
Lost is his case who in his soul’s last crisis
Must feel himself fall into the arms of the inferno.
Found is his desire who after his death day
May follow his weary heart into our father’s arms.
So Scyld’s great-grandson in the sorrows of his times
Seethed with suffering that had no cease;
Nor against his anguish the sagacious hero
Saw a promise of salvation. Too harsh,
Hard and tenacious, this trouble upon his people,
Worst disaster, urgent need, desperation in the night.

[ll. 86-194]

All right, that’s up until Beowulf’s advent. I wrote a poem from Beowulf’s perspective too: you can read ‘A Monster to Fight Monsters’ in this post.

Black Death on the Black Sea


This is a rescues post: a Twitter thread salvaged as Twitter goes under, an essay I meant to extend. Better here, as is, than hidden in my files.

I remain concerned about how new work on the origins of the Black Death is going to set medievalists and other people talking about Mongol history. We know what happens when diseases are associated with foreigners. But, as with the turn towards the Global Middle Ages, Mongol history can also flower under new attention.

Incident at Caffa: Mongols lobbing plague dead into the enemy? Not likely

First, my Twitter thread on the incident at Caffa. Context — the murder of a Mongol:

The most serious episode, which ushered in a long period of hostilities between Genoese and Venetians on one side and Janibeg Khan (r. 1342-57) on the other, occurred in 1343 as a consequence of the Venetian refusal to deliver to Mongol authorities a Venetian nobleman, Andreolo Civran, who had been found guilty of having ambushed and slain a Mongol with whom he had previously had an altercation. The subsequent turmoil all but wiped out the Italian presence on the Black Sea, forcing the Franks (that is, the Italians) to flee Tana to save their lives and seek refuge in Caffa. Caffa, however, was attacked, besieged, and nearly taken by the army of Janibeg. This episode is famously known for the connection between the Mongols bombardment of Caffa with infected corpses and animal carcasses and the spread of the Black Death that ravaged Europe.

— Nicola Di Cosmo, ‘Black Sea emporia and the Mongol Empire: A reassessment of the Pax Mongolica’


me on a Twitter rant:

[searches Twitter for ‘Mongols’ + ‘Black Death’] We so need to dislodge the factoid ‘first recorded use of biological warfare’ from people’s heads. The one source is a complaint full of rhetorical flourish from a stay-at-home lawyer in Italy. Consider his ignorance and prejudice.
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We need to be source-critical and not just re-tell a grisly tale for the same reason Gabriele de’ Mussis told it: for the shock-horror, to appease readers’ cravings and transmit our own texts on the back of a grisly story. We need to do lit-crit on de Mussis in our history books.
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But instead, historians themselves (Mongolists not excluded) revel in the war-and-gore tale and only want to tell it again to the kids.
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It matters because ‘first recorded use of biological warfare’ is lodged in heads, all over the internet, accepted in reputable books, and one of the basic factoids people ‘learn’ [in quote marks] about Mongol history. While it doesn’t stand up to any source criticism at all…
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Even May (found in agreement with Dr Green’s new work on marmots, Issyk Kul origins & plague as a factor in the collapse of Mongol states) — in an otherwise excellent chapter on ‘Mongols and Plague’, licks his lips at this story and dives in. He calculates body splatter range.
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Instead of interrogating Gabriele de’ Mussis and his prose-poem of blame for the plague.
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Such sensationalism is *exactly what we have to avoid* now that Dr Green’s stellar work has made Mongols and the Black Death an inevitably big talking-point and, once again, a main way into Mongol history. We don’t want a ‘Mongol plague’ language now — after de Mussis’ Tartars.
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I can see the talking-points about Mongols eating rodents. Wet markets, anyone?
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So let’s at least avoid historians’ disgust when discussing Mongol eating habits. It’s easy to express disgust in that not-so-neutral, not-so-measured historians’ style. We have to try not to replicate attitudes of 13thC European travelers on rat-eating, even while we quote them.
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Like, it’s easy to write without disgust or a laugh on what historical Mongols ate and why. But writers seem to find it easy to imagine eating marmot or rats, screw up their faces and smirk in collusion with the reader. Don’t do that? Write straight-faced. Imagine historically.
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Download Dr Monica H. Green’s The Four Plagues. For the moment, still read Timothy May on The Mongols and Plague, which stands up well enough after Dr Green (but ask questions — always).
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Dr Barker lays our meme to rest. A reconstruction of Caffa from Byzantine, Genoese, Venetian, Mamluk residents and travelers. ‘Laying the Corpses to Rest: Grain, Embargoes, and Yersinia pestis in the Black Sea, 1346–48’ Hannah Barker, Speculum 96.1 Jan 2021

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Yesterday-today have read Dr Barker. Along with Dr Green’s intervention, it’s conclusive. Ends: ‘Plague’s movement across the Black Sea was certainly not a matter of bioterrorism during the siege of Caffa. Instead, it was an unintended consequence of peace.’
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What was lost to plague? or, a lament for the Pax Mongolica and its other, forgotten Marco Polos

The Black Death of 1347-50 began on the Black Sea, for Europe. Before the great pestilence, Genoese were the most heavily involved of Europeans with the Mongol world beyond the Black Sea. This essay looks at Italian contacts with farther Asia, and the effects of the plague on these contacts. Mongol states suffered in the plague and lost their ability to facilitate trade; for Italian merchants, who had travelled with unprecedented freedom through this world, farther Asia was again cut off. Cultural interchanges were lost, and even knowledge of them was often lost to sight in a post-plague world, except as preserved in popular romances. Italian art also testifies to an engagement with farther Asia in the later thirteenth and the early fourteenth centuries, before the plague. Thus we need to turn to paintings and romance, in order to see the before and after, and assess the effects of the plague. This very trade between the Italian merchant republics and the Mongols was understood to be the agent of transmission of the plague to Europe; the Genoese feature in chronicles as shipping plague from port to port. It is a sad end to a story of exchange and openness between Asia and Europe in the medieval age.

For a century before the great plague of 1347-50, the Pax Mongolica was in effect. The whole Mongol world was open for trade, into farther Asia – that is, beyond what touches the Mediterranean and Black Seas. Previous states in these areas, running on principles of settled peoples, had not allowed foreigners to travel freely in their interiors, and they had their own merchants whose commercial interests to protect. Not so Mongols, who took every means possible to attract foreign merchants and facilitated their travel through the vast spaces in which they had demolished borders.1 The four khans’ territories were loose-knit; the Ilkhans in Iran and the khans of the Golden Horde above the Black and Caspian Seas were political rivals, at times at war. Nevertheless, neither government let this disrupt the transit trade, or punished each other through trade access as is usual for non-nomad states. Trade was of the first concern to Mongols. Janet Abu-Lughod has seen in this century, A.D. 1250-1350, an emergent ‘world system’ of trade connections; Roxann Prazniak, who studies Italian-Asian contacts, talks of a ‘Mongol world century’ with these same dates.2 It ends around the date of the Black Death.

Italians moved confidently in the Mongol world. They negotiated with Mongol governments, made treaties, stood up for their rights, quarrelled with Mongols and entered into armed conflict.3 They are found as individuals in service at the court of the Ilkhans; in a Genoese Quarter in the Ilkhans’ capital Tabriz; a brother and a sister, guessed to be Genoese, have tombstones in the port city of Zayton (Quanzhou) in China, where lived a Latin community.4 Genoa had won a struggle with Venice for the lion’s share of trading opportunities in the Mongol world. Its operations on the Black Sea can be described as a partnership or a symbiosis with the Golden Horde Mongols – the ‘closest recorded working relationship’ between a European and an Asian state in the medieval age.5 Unfortunately, the far-travelled Genoese left few records of their activities, in part due to commercial secrecy and a preference for oral information.6 None of these exploratory merchants and adventurers met the accidents that led the Venetian Marco Polo to divulge his experiences. Other reasons for the quiet of the records have been adduced: vital to Genoa’s trade arrangements between the Golden Horde and Egypt was the shipping of slaves to be mamlukes from one to the other. This service, a necessity for the Dawla al-Turkiyya (‘The State of the Turks’) in Egypt and its Mongol ally, was not a matter for the European go-betweens to boast of; if merchants chose to major in this trade, they did not keep the accounts they did for other merchandise.7

The plague coincided with and in part caused the close-down of trade with farther Asia and the end of the Pax Mongolica. The Golden Horde had been over a diplomatic barrel; the khans in Saray had often displayed a reluctance to export their own population, but strategy required they satisfy this unique need of Egypt for new slave soldiers from the steppe, in order to keep Egypt as an ally against their rival Ilkhans.8 Plague depopulated the Golden Horde and this sacrifice of people became unconscionable for the Saray khans.9 Plague, at the same time, helped the descent of the Ilkhans’ state into chaos, which ended the diplomatic triangle, and the Golden Horde’s attitude towards its Genoese trading partners on the Black Sea underwent a change. It did not have to do business with them in the old ways, and resentments over the slave trade became evident.10

As Nicola di Cosmo observes, the Genoese on the Black Sea in fact had a strengthened hand against a debilitated Golden Horde after the plague, and their colony cities gained in sovereign rights.11 However, farther Asia was cut off, as Mongol states in Iran (1340s onwards) and China (the two decades up to 1368) collapsed – both, it has been argued, victims of the plague.12 There is a distinction to be made between Genoa’s government and its private merchants: the government had never pursued opportunities to extend its activities east; even Mongol offers for diplomatic exchange were not taken up.13 The Genoese government was content to exploit the immediate Black Sea surrounds, that had been familiar European places for trade and slave acquisition since the Greek colonies in ancient times.14 Ventures into farther Asia had been of private initiative. Privately led and funded enterprises were a mark of Genoese ways of doing business; Benjamin Kedar contrasts the traits ascribed to Genoese and Venetians in the contemporary view, with the Genoese individualistic and resistant to state control.15 Indeed, Genoese resident on the Black Sea were known to disobey the home government when its orders interfered with trade.16 These differences can help explain Genoa’s deeper engagement with Asia. It was individual exploits, self-organised, that struck out beyond the purview of the Genoese state. After the plague on the Black Sea, the more conservative trade interests of Genoa’s government held sway: just as in post-plague Europe, trade became localised and distance trade suffered. Di Cosmo lists the retained merchandise from local sources: fish, caviar, timber, hides – not the conspicuous ‘Tartar cloth’, or nasij in the Mongol world, gold-embroidered brocades.17 In Kedar’s study of Genoese and Venetian merchant mentalities in the fourteenth-century depression, the evidence indicates retrenchment, safe bets, low aims.18 Steven Epstein writes similarly in his history of medieval Genoa: he farewells ‘the earlier, heroic age of merchant entrepreneurs’ for a risk-averse climate after the plague: ‘the Genoese do seem collectively to have lost their intrepid spirit… nothing would be heard of China for a long time.’19

To see what was lost in the post-plague world, we need a view of the world before the plague: so Kedar reasons when he sets out to assess the fourteenth-century depression.20 This is true of Italy’s engagement with the east. With the interruption of the plague and the closure of farther Asia, knowledge too went into retrenchment, and the engagement of Italy with Asia was lost sight of – even into the scholarship today. Art history is one road to rediscovery of how close these worlds once were. Fourteenth-century Italian painting has been plumbed for evidence of Asian influence.21 Most strikingly, Roxann Prazniak has detected in the paintings of Ambrogio Lorenzetti of Siena, on the eve of the Black Death in the 1340s, a direct imitation of art styles in Tabriz, the ‘world historical’ city of the Ilkhans, as well as an intelligent commentary on Mongol conditions in one work set at a Central Asian court.22 Meanwhile, art historians of the period of Mongol rule in Iran trace Italian influences there.23 Prazniak’s ongoing investigations are at the forefront of Italian-Mongol cultural links.

After the plague, there is also reminiscence in romance. That ‘heroic age’ of mercantile Genoese before the post-plague depression is captured in romance, which in the thirteenth century took a turn to Asia, as known through merchant travellers. Michael Murrin, in his book Trade and Romance, argues that the new Asian settings, first inspired by Marco Polo, continued to be fuelled by the experiences, the real adventures – and the interests – of non-aristocratic travellers for commerce, even though the heroes remained knights.24 Chaucer set his Squire’s Tale in Saray, capital of the Golden Horde. This tale has proven to be well-informed about the Mongol world, with its most extravagant fantasies anchored in actual events, historical stories, material items.25 Murrin posits that Chaucer heard tales of the Golden Horde from Genoese merchants, in the later decades of the fourteenth century.26 Inexplicable, otherwise, is his idealisation of Chinggis Khan (Cambyuskan) as an exemplary monarch – a portrait matched elsewhere only by Marco Polo’s eulogy on Chinggis.27 Marco Polo took a Mongol view of things and may scarcely have felt European. Residents among the Mongols were open to this foreign world: the Squire’s Tale, written on Genoese intelligence, stands as proof. It contrasts with a view from home: the doges of Genoa and Venice, in correspondence with each other in 1345, ‘vent their real feelings’ on the Tartars – insulting and estranged.28 In a later reminiscence, from 1495, Matteo Maria Boiardo’s Italianised Roland makes friends with a Tartar king whose characterisation also invokes (good) qualities told of Chinggis Khan.29 Boiardo’s open Asia is more that of the Pax Mongolica than of his present-day; while the Squire’s Tale envisages a golden age in the Golden Horde. These are the memories of merchants, preserved in romance; an evidence not to be neglected.

Within Europe, the picture is quite different. The alliterative Morte Arthure, with a date close to the Squire’s Tale at the end of the fourteenth century, has King Arthur slay a baby-spitting giant from Genoa.30 The Genoese in Europe lived in disrepute, very often – this is the theme of David Wallace’s study of Genoa as a place in the imagination, then and now.31 Now, in the historical imagination: Abu-Lughod notes the ‘inequal treatment in the literature’ of Venice and Genoa, when these were equivalent in importance in the thirteenth century.32 Genoa’s connections with the little-understood Tartars, with the slave trade, with ambivalently-seen wealth from the east, must have fed into this unsavoury image. Then, they were blamed for shipping the plague. Its very transmission to Europeans was located at Genoese Caffa on the Black Sea, besieged by Tartars in a quarrel over a murder. The tale of Gabriele de’ Mussis in his Historia de Morbo need not be taken at face value: both shamanists and Muslims had ways to dispose of dead, which didn’t include lobbing them at the enemy; in the khan’s plague-stricken army despair might have set in, over religious concerns.33 Whether true or not, this is the tale that went around, with the declamation of de’ Mussis: ‘Speak, Genoa, of what you have done.’34 Next, Genoese ships feature in chronicles around the coasts of Europe as bringers of the terrible disease. ‘Tartars’, ‘Caffa’, ‘ships of Genoa’ recur as Europe records its history of transmission of the plague in the year 1347.35 Of the course of the plague in Genoa itself, Epstein finds absolutely no local records.36 But Genoese, and their eastwards trade with Tartars, acquired the ill-fame of afflicting Europe with the great pestilence known as the Black Death. There seems to be a split view, of Genoese as of Tartars: a golden age, a Pax Mongolica, remembered by the merchants involved; and the scapegoating of these Europeans who had truck and traffic with such a foreign world – before the plague.

The Black Death, from a European perspective, began on the Black Sea, an unfortunate contact between the adventurous Genoese merchants and the Mongol world that welcomed them. It must be seen against the contacts that existed in a world before the plague, where Italians travelled into Mongol Iran and Mongol China. They left few records – Marco Polo is a stand-out – and the evidence of them often lies in cultural exchanges, in Italian art influenced by art styles in Tabriz, in romances that know the Mongol world through the tales of these travellers. The great pestilence of 1346-50 interfered with trade, helped reduce the Mongol states to chaos, and left affairs on the Black Sea to the more conservative Genoese government, instead of private, exploratory ventures farther into Asia. The trade itself, the connection of Genoa and the Mongols, was seen as the agent of this catastrophic disease. The closest cooperation between Europe and Asia, in the medieval period, was over.

Further reading

My blog post Mongols and the Plague: mostly about Mongol understandings of disease and contagion.

My blog post Chaucer Goes to the Golden Horde: on the Squire’s Tale and its Mongol knowledge.

Roxann Prazniak, often mentioned in this essay, has since published a book about the interconnected Mongol world. Here’s my review for the Asian Review of Books.

My review of Jo Ann Cavallo’s The World Beyond Europe in the Romance Epics of Boiardo and Ariosto, where I get excited about meeting a sympathetic Mongol khan in Italian romance; and of Michael Murrin’s Trade and Romance, for when romance changed from the ‘Celtic fantastic’ to the ‘marvelous real’, whose tutelary spirit was Marco Polo.

 

Bibliography and footnotes

Abu-Lughod, Janet L., Before European Hegemony: The World System A.D. 1250-1350, Oxford, Oxford University Press, 1989.

Allsen, Thomas T., Commodity and Exchange in the Mongol Empire: A Cultural History of Islamic Textiles, Cambridge, Cambridge University Press, 1997.

Blair, Sheila, ‘The Religious Art of the Ilkhanids’, in The Legacy of Genghis Khan: Courtly Art and Culture in Western Asia, 1256-1353, eds. Linda Komaroff and Stefano Carboni, New Haven and London, Yale University Press, 2002, pp. 104-33.

Braud, David, ‘The Slave Supply in Classical Greece’, in The Cambridge World History of Slavery, Volume 1: The Ancient Mediterranean World, eds. Keith Bradley and Paul Cartledge, Cambridge, Cambridge University Press, 2011, pp. 112-33.

Cavallo, Jo Ann, The World Beyond Europe in the Romance Epics of Boiardo and Ariosto, Toronto, University of Toronto Press, 2013.

Childs, Wendy, ‘Anglo-Italian Contacts in the Fourteenth Century’, in Chaucer and the Italian Trecento, ed. Piero Boitani, Cambridge, Cambridge University Press, 1983, pp. 65-87.

Ciocîltan, Virgil, The Mongols and the Black Sea Trade in the Thirteenth and Fourteenth Centuries, trans. Samuel Willcocks, Leiden, Brill, 2012.

Di Cosmo, Nicola, ‘Black Sea emporia and the Mongol Empire: A reassessment of the Pax Mongolica’, Journal of the Economic and Social History of the Orient, vol. 53, iss. 1-2, 2009, pp. 83-108.

Di Cosmo, Nicola, ‘Mongols and Merchants on the Black Sea Frontier in the Thirteenth and Fourteenth Centuries: Convergences and Conflicts’, in Mongols, Turks and Others: Eurasian Nomads and the Sedentary World, eds. Reuven Amitai and Michal Biran, Leiden, Brill, 2005, pp. 391-424.

Epstein, Steven A., Genoa and the Genoese, 958-1528, Chapel Hill and London, University of North Carolina Press, 1996.

Epstein, Steven A., Purity Lost: Transgressing Boundaries in the Eastern Mediterranean, 1000-1400, Baltimore, The John Hopkins University Press, 2006.

Ho, Colleen, ‘Thirteenth and Fourteenth Century European-Mongol Relations’, History Compass, vol. 10, iss. 12, 2012, pp. 946-68.

Horrox, Rosemary, The Black Death, Manchester, Manchester University Press, 1994.

Jordan, Carmel, ‘Soviet Archeology and the Setting of the Squire’s Tale’, The Chaucer Review, vol. 22, iss. 2, 1987, pp. 128-9.

Kedar, Benjamin Z., Merchants in Crisis: Genoese and Venetian Men of Affairs and the Fourteenth-Century Depression, New Haven and London, Yale University Press, 1976.

Korobeinikov, Dimitri, ‘A Broken Mirror: The Kipchak World in the Thirteenth Century’, in The Other Europe in the Middle Ages: Avars, Bulgars, Khazars, and Cumans, ed. Florin Curta, Leiden, Brill, 2008.

Lach, Donald F., Asia in the Making of Europe, Volume 1: The Century of Discovery, Book One, Chicago and London, University of Chicago Press, 1965.

May, Timothy, The Mongol Conquests in World History, London, Reaktion, 2012.

McKee, Sally, ‘Domestic slavery in Renaissance Italy’, Slavery & Abolition: A Journal of Slave and Post-Slave Studies, vol. 29, iss. 3, 2008, pp. 305-326.

Murrin, Michael, Trade and Romance, Chicago & London, University of Chicago Press, 2014.

Peleggi, Maurizio, ‘Shifting alterity: The Mongol in the visual and literary culture of the late Middle Ages’, The Medieval History Journal, vol. 4, iss. 1, 2001, pp. 16-33.

Piacentini, Valeria Fiorani, ‘The Golden Age of Genoa’s eastwards trade (13th-15th centuries)’, The Journal of Central Asian Studies, vol. 19, iss. 1, 2010, pp. 25-40.

Prazniak, Roxann, ‘Siena on the Silk Roads: Ambrogio Lorenzetti and the Mongol Global Century, 1250-1350’, Journal of World History, vol. 21, iss. 2, 2010, pp. 177-217.

Prazniak, Roxann, ‘Tabriz on the Silk Roads: Thirteenth-century Eurasian cultural connections’, Asian Review of World Histories, vol. 1, iss. 2, 2013, pp. 169-188.

Wallace, David, Premodern Places: Calais to Surinam, Chaucer to Aphra Behn, Malden MA, Blackwell, 2004.

1 Mongol attitudes to trade are well explained in Virgil Ciocîltan, The Mongols and the Black Sea Trade in the Thirteenth and Fourteenth Centuries, trans. Samuel Willcocks, Leiden, 2012, pp. 1-36; see also Timothy May, The Mongol Conquests in World History, London, 2012, pp. 109-29.
2 Janet L. Abu-Lughod, Before European Hegemony: The World System A.D. 1250-1350, Oxford, 1989; Roxann Prazniak, ‘Siena on the Silk Roads: Ambrogio Lorenzetti and the Mongol Global Century, 1250-1350’, Journal of World History, vol. 21, iss. 2, 2010, pp. 177-217.
3 See Ciocîltan, The Mongols and the Black Sea Trade, which throughout gives the impression of confident, at times assertive engagement; also Valeria Fiorani Piacentini, ‘The Golden Age of Genoa’s eastwards trade (13th-15th centuries)’, The Journal of Central Asian Studies, vol. 19, iss. 1, 2010, pp. 25-40.
4 Colleen Ho, ‘Thirteenth and Fourteenth Century European-Mongol Relations’, History Compass, vol. 10, iss. 12, 2012, pp. 949-50.
5 Ciocîltan, The Mongols and the Black Sea Trade, p. 281.
6 Nicola Di Cosmo, ‘Black Sea emporia and the Mongol Empire: A reassessment of the Pax Mongolica’, Journal of the Economic and Social History of the Orient, vol. 53, iss. 1-2, 2009, p. 103.
7 I take the Egyptian state’s name for itself from Dmitri Korobeinikov, ‘A Broken Mirror: The Kipchak World in the Thirteenth Century’, in The Other Europe in the Middle Ages: Avars, Bulgars, Khazars, and Cumans, ed. Florin Curta, Leiden, 2008, p. 379; for slave traders’ record-keeping, see Sally McKee, ‘Domestic slavery in Renaissance Italy’, Slavery & Abolition: A Journal of Slave and Post-Slave Studies, vol. 29, iss. 3, 2008, pp. 314-5.
8 Ciocîltan, The Mongols and the Black Sea Trade, pp. 165, 201.
9 Ibid., p. 201.
10 Ibid., 206-7.
11 Di Cosmo, ‘Black Sea emporia’, pp. 104-5.
12 May, The Mongol Conquests in World History, p. 209.
13 Di Cosmo, ‘Black Sea emporia’, p. 105; again, ‘Mongols and Merchants on the Black Sea Frontier in the Thirteenth and Fourteenth Centuries: Convergences and Conflicts’, in Mongols, Turks and Others: Eurasian Nomads and the Sedentary World, eds. Reuven Amitai and Michal Biran, Leiden, 2005, pp. 394-5.
14 David Braud, ‘The Slave Supply in Classical Greece’, in The Cambridge World History of Slavery, Volume 1: The Ancient Mediterranean World, eds. Keith Bradley and Paul Cartledge, Cambridge, 2011, pp. 112-33.
15 Benjamin Z. Kedar, Merchants in Crisis: Genoese and Venetian Men of Affairs and the Fourteenth-Century Depression, New Haven and London, 1976, pp. 9-11.
16 Ciocîltan, The Mongols and the Black Sea Trade, p. 213.
17 Di Cosmo, ‘Black Sea emporia, p. 25; for nasij, see Thomas T. Allsen, Commodity and Exchange in the Mongol Empire: A Cultural History of Islamic Textiles, Cambridge, 1997.
18 Kedar, Merchants in Crisis, pp. 85-97.
19 Steven A. Epstein, Genoa and the Genoese, 958-1528, Chapel Hill and London, 1996, ch. 5, last paragraph (unpaginated ebook).
20 Kedar, Merchants in Crisis, pp. 2-3.
21 Donald F. Lach, Asia in the Making of Europe, Volume 1: The Century of Discovery, Book One, Chicago and London, 1965, pp. 71-3; Ho, ‘Thirteenth and Fourteenth Century European-Mongol Relations’, pp. 951-3; Maurizio Peleggi, ‘Shifting alterity: The Mongol in the visual and literary culture of the late Middle Ages’, The Medieval History Journal, vol. 4, iss. 1, 2001, p. 27-33.
22 Prazniak, ‘Siena on the Silk Roads’; for Tabriz as a ‘world historical city’, Roxann Prazniak,‘Tabriz on the Silk Roads: Thirteenth-century Eurasian cultural connections’, Asian Review of World Histories, vol. 1, iss. 2, 2013, pp. 169-188.
23 Sheila Blair, ‘The Religious Art of the Ilkhanids’, in The Legacy of Genghis Khan: Courtly Art and Culture in Western Asia, 1256-1353, eds. Linda Komaroff and Stefano Carboni, New Haven and London, 2002, p. 112.
24 Michael Murrin, Trade and Romance, Chicago & London, 2014, pp. 9-26.
25 Carmel Jordan, ‘Soviet Archeology and the Setting of the Squire’s Tale’, The Chaucer Review, vol. 22, iss. 2, 1987, pp. 128-9.
26 Murrin, Trade and Romance, pp. 43-62; for Chaucer’s Italian contacts, see also Wendy Childs, ‘Anglo-Italian Contacts in the Fourteenth Century’, in Chaucer and the Italian Trecento, ed. Piero Boitani, Cambridge, 1983, pp. 65-87.
27 Marco Polo, The Travels of Marco Polo: The Complete Yule-Cordier Edition, eds. Henry Yule and Henri Cordier, 2 vols, New York, 1993, i, pp. 238, 245.
28 Steven A. Epstein, Purity Lost: Transgressing Boundaries in the Eastern Mediterranean, 1000-1400, Baltimore, 2006, p. 122.
29 Jo Ann Cavallo, The World Beyond Europe in the Romance Epics of Boiardo and Ariosto, Toronto, 2013, pp. 45-61.
30 The Alliterative Morte Arthure: A Critical Edition, ed. Valerie Krishna, New York, 1976, lines 840-85.
31 David Wallace, Premodern Places: Calais to Surinam, Chaucer to Aphra Behn, Malden MA, 2004, pp. 181-202.
32 Abu-Lughod, Before European Hegemony, p. 131, endnote 1.
33 For usual disposal of the dead, see May, The Mongol Conquests in World History, p. 202.
34 De’ Mussis, quoted in Rosemary Horrox, The Black Death, Manchester, 1994, p. 19.
35 Ibid., primary sources on the spread of the plague in continental Europe, pp. 14-61.

36 Epstein, Genoa and the Genoese, ch. 5, section ‘How the plague changed society and the economy’.

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Dostoyevsky and me

I haven’t, as yet, bitten off the writing of a post on my oldest and strongest influence, Fyodor Dostoyevsky.

Influence? Even now, in my novella Waste Flowers, his novels are all over it. Why not? Waste Flowers, too, deals with revolution, violence, and experiences of evil. The next novella: even more so, and still steeped in Dostoyevsky. When Oliver pinned me to the wall to articulate a thematic statement or thematic conflict to go with my outline, I flailed around and mouthed ‘kind of Dostoyevsky?’; and for an explanation first sent him to an article by novelist Laurie Sheck on Dostoyevsky’s ‘Radical Empathy’. My final thematic statement, which I am reluctant to air in public, pulled in the old Terence quote that has had my heart since my favourite teacher conveyed his love for it: Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto.

Oh what do I have to lose? here’s the thematic conflict (ongoing — he wanted one I can continue to hash out in future novellas), as submitted to Oliver:

A thematic conflict that puts two things I passionately believe in at loggerheads (in other words, I can milk this forever):
It’s worthwhile to make unlikely friends, to reach out to dangerous people. ‘I am human, and think nothing human alien to me’ ― Terence
Counter: Punch Nazis.

I do have a few reviews of his novels up, that talk about my encounter with them:  Karamazov, Crime and Punishment, The Idiot, others.

I’m going to post an essay I wrote for a history unit, about the trio of Tolstoy, Turgenev and Dostoyevsky, and their relationship to radical politics. It’s a bit of a screed, I admit. That’s because I was set off by a particular piece, and aim at one person’s bad take.

Still, several years later that same scholar turned up in the literary newspapers, with his same bad take, and a social media mutual of mine — with whom I shared interests in Mongol history as well as Russian history — named one of these his article of the year (circa 2016), that shed light on the politics of today. My mutual was of a more conservative bent than me, but of course I too apply the novels to today. It’s not distant literary history, it’s close to the bone.

This is a shaggy beast of an essay. But if the bad take person can get into the NYRB etc, and be a public intellectual on these matters, I won’t be shy to post my take.

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Against schemes: the great writers versus the radicals in nineteenth-century Russia

There has been a tendency in the historiography to line up the great novelists of the Russian nineteenth century and range them against the revolutionaries. The latter are seen as dogmatists, dangerous in their commitment to ideas; in contrast, the practitioners of fiction, particularly the great three, Turgenev, Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky, are seen as humanists, ideology-free. A recent survey of Russian intellectual history puts this view strongly, and is useful to take as a set of typical arguments in support of this understanding. Such an opposition is too simple and too schematic, for the novelists differ greatly from one another and do not agree in their stance towards radical ideas. The radical camp itself had more room in it for difference than this oppositional scheme often acknowledges. Battle-lines were not as straightforward as writers against radicals. Two directly political novels, Turgenev’s Fathers and Children and Dostoyevsky’s Demons, exhibit the discrepancy between their authors. These novels cannot be taken at face value as history, of course, or as objective observation; they were engagement in the politics of the day by authors who were not positionless. The three great novelists had divergent views which tend to be erased by historiography that treats them as if they were above politics, even as they comment on it; or as if they were anti-political in response to the more urgent of the intelligentsia who pressed for change.

In a major recent survey of Russian intellectual history, the topic of nineteenth century novelists and their entanglement with politics is covered by Gary Saul Morson with a contribution titled ‘Tradition and Counter-Tradition: The Radical Intelligentsia and Classical Russian Literature’.[1] Here the ‘tradition’ is that of the intelligenty, a word Morson uses in its narrowest possible sense to mean a radical thinker, one with an ideology of revolution; this tradition begins in the 1860s and continues unbroken up to the Bolsheviks and the achievement of revolution in 1917.[2] The ‘counter-tradition’ is that of the ‘great writers’ of fiction: Tolstoy, Dostoyevsky, Turgenev, Chekhov. Lesser writers who espoused radical ideas in their work such as Chernyshevsky belong to the tradition, not the counter-tradition; Morson calls this committed literature ‘propaganda’.[3] By his scheme, these are two camps in conflict. The great writers saw the ‘danger’ of radical thought and made their intellectual attacks in the field of fiction; they also offered a ‘set of alternatives’ to counter the proposals of radicals.[4] This set of alternatives is presented in the singular; that is, Morson does not draw distinctions between the four main writers whom he enlists; he concentrates on commonalities that pit them as one against the radical camp. Again, among the radicals, he does not mention distinct strands of thought or changes in prevalent ideology in the course of these sixty years; the intelligenty are grouped and seen to agree, whichever decade they are from. He tries to extract what is essential from tradition and counter-tradition, ‘characters’ for them that need not be strongly historicised.

The problem with Morson’s schematic treatment is this lack of distinctions. On both sides, significant differences in philosophy are elided to produce a war of ideas where the writers are set against the radicals. Even for a survey that has to give the situation in brief, serious distortions enter in as each side is made to fit the scheme. The three novelists whose careers overlap, Turgenev (1818-83), Dostoyevsky (1821-81) and Tolstoy (1828-1910), cannot be aligned together in this way, as if their fundamental lessons were the same; while Morson’s portrait of the intelligenty ignores the contrast between Nihilism and Populism, two schools with which Turgenev and Dostoyevsky engaged. Morson’s oppositional scheme is not new: Aileen Kelly, an acute critic of Western historiography on Russia, observes that a pattern of ‘writers versus radicals’ is an old one; historians who slip into this pattern do so to take the side of the writers and with them to expose the radicals.[5] Kelly writes as if this dichotomy is outdated, but a decade after her book Morson perpetuates the model of hostile camps; and he is certainly on the side of the writers, whose truths indisputably win out over the intelligenty. In fact, Morson presents the intelligenty case unfairly. The novelists themselves made much more complex judgments on their radical contemporaries.

There is a similarity between what Kelly criticises in historians as ‘psychohistory’ and a method Morson describes for the novelists, that of biographical explanation.[6] ‘Psychohistory’, once often practiced when liberal historians (so termed by Kelly) wrote of revolutionaries, means the ascription of psychological motivation to political activists; at its worst this amounted to ‘pathologising’ radical tendencies as a mental or emotional deficiency, even an illness.[7] Clearly, these were historians antipathetic to radical causes, who refused to grant that a healthy mind might espouse them. In the Russian novelists, Morson points out a biographical tactic: to explain a radical person in terms of ‘psychic need’, so that an ‘irony of origins’ exposes, again, the personal deficiency or frustration that underlies the political commitment.[8] More caution is needed on this subject. In a statement about revolutionaries of his acquaintance, Turgenev explicitly clears them from this sort of motive:

All the real negators I have known, without exception (Belinsky, Bakunin, Herzen, Dobrolyubov, Speshnev, etc.), came from comparatively good and honest parents. A great idea is contained therein: it removes from the men of action, the negators, every suspicion of personal dissatisfaction, personal irritation. They go their way only because they are more sensitive to the demands of national life.[9]

Psychohistory, which Turgenev stands against in this quote, is now rarely practiced by historians of Russia, Kelly reports.[10] But novelists must come under scrutiny for their similar strategy. Since novelists are permitted the right to use personal arguments and psychological speculation, their truth value has to be questioned just as when a historian enters into conjectural mentalities. Psychohistorians gave away as much about themselves as about their subjects; so too may novelists. Morson fails to interrogate the great writers, whom he assumes to be objective, rather like an ideal historian. They are never presented as wrong through his chapter, and he never allows that the radicals might have a legitimate grievance against them, although of course their portrayals of radicals were highly contested at the time.[11]

Turgenev is better known for his dissection of ‘superfluous persons’ and their psychological ills than he is for psychoanalysis of radicals.[12]  He was one of the main practitioners of the ‘superfluous’ type: liberal-minded people who in the circumstances of Russia found no outlet for their energies, no work to satisfy their social conscience. With these he self-identifies; Kelly says that ‘Turgenev, who immortalised this type in his novels, was himself one of its most striking representatives’.[13] His first superfluous person, Rudin in the novel of that name (1857), was presumed to be a portrait of the anarchist Bakunin, but Alexander Herzen, a friend of both, said the portrait was much more of the author himself. Rudin has extravagant failings, but then Turgenev once remarked that critics are unaware of how much an author can enjoy exhibiting his own faults in an invented character.[14] Arguably, Turgenev was not nearly as given to subjecting his ‘men of action’ to a critical psychological scrutiny. Insarov in On the Eve (1860) is a man of action, a Bulgarian committed to the struggle for his country’s liberty; other characters in the novel mock his dedication to his cause, but he gets the girl, Yelena, who is thirsty for an active life (Richard Freeborn says that the character of Yelena captures young Russians’ hunger for ‘revolutionary change’ more closely than had been seen in fiction at that stage). Turgenev’s most famous fictional ‘negator’ is Bazarov in Fathers and Children (1862), a novel that put the term Nihilist into circulation in Russia. As per Turgenev’s quote on revolutionaries he has known in real life, Bazarov is given a biography that begins with a very loving family home; he has no grudges against his background or his poverty. He is introduced into the novel as a picture of rude mental health, without discernible ‘psychic needs’ to be fulfilled through activism. Nihilism in the 1860s was succeeded by Populism in the 70s; with Virgin Soil (1877) Turgenev wrote about the Populists as misguided idealists; he says in a letter, ‘they must feel my sympathy… if not for their goals, at least for their personalities’.[15] It cannot be said that Turgenev’s men and women ‘of action’ are portrayed as sick or needy; his speciality is more the malaise of the idle ‘superfluous person’.

Morson outlines a ‘masterplot’ held in common by the Russian novel of ideas, or the ‘anti-ideological’ novel, in a description he thinks more apt. This is plot deployed as a weapon against the radicals. Plot uncovers an ‘irony of origins’ in the subject’s psychology, then in an ‘irony of unwelcome outcomes’, brings his radical ideas to a bad end.[16] However, in Turgenev’s case, the author seems more likely to bring his action heroes to a bad end that in no way dismisses their ideas. Both Insarov and Bazarov are struck down by disease before they achieve a greatness that is foreseen of them by other characters. If plot is a weapon in the novelist’s hands, certainly the story seems to attack Bazarov. Not on the level of ideas; Morson notes the anti-ideological novel did not proceed by ‘logical critique’. Instead of attack the argument, it aimed at the man. The strangest thing that happens to Bazarov is that he is reduced to the status of a superfluous person. Odintsova tells him he is superseded, not the ‘new people’ any more; his rude health, inner and outer, is lost in the course of the novel; in a prelude to his fatal illness, he succumbs to aimlessness, the inability to work; his failed love affair seems to set him on the same course as that of Pavel Petrovich, his ‘superfluous’ adversary whose excuse for a blighted life was a failure in love in his youth. This attack by the story seems more to serve the author’s ‘psychic need’. Turgenev was inclined to the pessimistic philosophy of Schopenhauer; Herzen warned him that pessimism, which sees a necessarily bleak end, was in danger of dragging him to the illiberal. If effort is futile, change by human intervention is impossible; and that did not suit the liberal gradualist Turgenev thought he was.[17] About Bazarov, Turgenev was not only conflicted in his feelings but confessed to a lack of self-awareness (‘I don’t know whether I love him or hate him’, one of his several letters on the matter has).[18] The controversy Fathers and Children met with went beyond the author’s expectations, and he was disturbed to find responses almost opposite to his intentions, or to the positions he understood he took; in a published apologia for the novel he writes, ‘I noted the coldness, practically indignation, of many people close and sympathetic to me; I was congratulated, almost embraced by people belonging to a camp repugnant to me, by enemies’.[19] Here is an ‘irony of outcome’ that turns back on the author. He did not take issue with Bazarov’s ideas, but he let the story attack him, to defuse him before he killed him off. Isaiah Berlin, in his influential classic Russian Thinkers, expatiates on Turgenev as the model and the first great portraitist in fiction of the universal liberal in a troubled world, valiantly balanced between fanaticisms of the left and right.[20] His description of Turgenev’s stance becomes a hymn to the liberal in other times and places, with an undisguised identification by the writer. As a ‘prototype liberal’ Turgenev has remained a favourite of ‘liberal Western’ historians and literary critics, to use again the typology of Kelly. Such ownership of Turgenev, however, neglects his pessimism, which led him to preach a futility of effort at the end of most of his novels. In particular, he cannot let a ‘man of action’ live.

‘Positive heroes’ is a phrase used about fiction from the radical camp, but it is not irrelevant to the great writers, even where they are anti-radical. For the intelligenty, says Morson, literature ought to be propaganda. They had a utilitarian view of art, and practised an ‘internal censorship’ whereby revolutionary protagonists were required to be portrayed in a positive light.[21] This was the ‘positive hero’, who was meant to inspire with his or her commitment and who was given altruistic not ulterior motives. There are several observations to be made. The prime example of a ‘positive hero’ novel was Chernyshevsky’s What Is To Be Done?; and this was written in response to Turgenev’s Fathers and Children – as a rebuttal and a correction.[22] In certain areas Chernyshevsky has a clear case against Turgenev and reason to rebut him. Turgenev gives a lampoon of an emancipated woman in Kukshina; furthermore he makes his Nihilist Bazarov contemptuous of women in general, with no comradeship displayed towards his fellow freethinker Kukshina. The only novels in which emancipated women were not satirised issued from the radical camp; Chernyshevsky’s novel centres on one, for women’s emancipation was a radical cause.[23] This fact earns the radical novel no points whatsoever with Morson, although it is hard to see why a ‘positive hero’ like Chernyshevsky’s Vera is more propagandist than a lampoon like Turgenev’s Kukshina, whom Morson calls ‘repulsive’.[24] The historian himself descends into caricature of radicals and their ‘rigid code’, a straitjacket of style; ‘one simply had to have dirty fingernails, dress badly, flaunt one’s inability to understand art and, in the case of women, call attention to one’s promiscuity’. In this characterisation of intelligenty (right the way from the 60s to the Bolsheviks), noblemen who joined them learned bad manners, these being de rigueur. But here the historian has decided what good and bad manners are; there is no suggestion that noblemen’s manners might be legitimately faulted, although Dostoyevsky, whenever he met Turgenev, complained in letters of his ‘aristocratic mannerisms’ which he found arrogant and offensive; he includes these mannerisms in his satirical portrait of Turgenev in Demons.[25] Chernyshevsky had reason to accuse Turgenev of a low blow when he made his radical figure disparage women, since most radicals were champions of emancipation. Bazarov is ungentlemanly towards them; at one point Odintsova is afraid of a violent sexual assault by him, whose passion in this scene is described with animal imagery.[26] By way of contrast, Dostoyevsky peoples his novels with sexual exploiters who belong to the gentlemanly class. These choices, to make either radicals or nobles notable for disrespect towards women and sexual coercion, came of different standpoints and had political implications. Novelists chose to assign positivity or negativity, in accord with their convictions; it is not sufficient to say that Chernyshevsky, but not Turgenev or Dostoyevsky, practised ‘propaganda’.

Chernyshevsky wrote contra Turgenev, and felt driven to simplify his own side into a caricature; the ‘positive hero’ is a defensive position, existing because of an unfair hearing elsewhere. The front he put on can then be satirised in turn by historians as the real revolutionary (who subscribed to a catechism ‘without hesitation, doubt or scepticism’[27]), if they do not consider the circumstances and if they do not look behind the pages. Behind the published pages now and then exist diaries which tell a different tale. Aileen Kelly has investigated private writings by committed revolutionaries that give expression to a self-doubt not allowed in print, due to the ‘internal censor’, guardian of the image of revolutionaries.[28] In the troubled atmosphere post-1905, she finds, these private voices tried erupt into print; there was a brief spate of publishing of fiction about (and by) ‘doubt-ridden revolutionaries’, in rebellion against that necessary positivity.[29] The past ‘internal censor’ for radical writings in Russia meant that they did not have a model to offset What Is To Be Done?, the highly influential model for writing the positive hero. But they might have done had Dostoyevsky lived to write a novel he told a friend about in his last year, a sequel to The Brothers Karamazov where Alyosha would abandon the religious life and convert to revolution: ‘He would commit a political crime. He would be executed. He would have searched for truth, and in these searches, naturally, he would have become a revolutionary’.[30] In the course of this conversation, Dostoyevsky and his friend discussed recent assassination attempts upon the tsar; they admitted neither one of them, nor anybody they knew, would turn in a terrorist to the police if they had the chance, even to stop a bomb in the Winter Palace; and Dostoyevsky said he would like to write about ‘the strange relation of society to these crimes’, except ‘one can’t do so. In our society one is not allowed to speak about the most important things’.[31] Extraordinarily, Dostoyevsky urged upon the tsar himself a sympathetic understanding of these would-be assassins; their ‘young Russian energies’ had been led astray, but Dostoyevsky stressed they were ‘sincere’ and did not condemn their motives.[32] Alyosha is a saintly boy in The Brothers Karamazov, a nearly ideal character for Dostoyevsky; with him the author is as far as can be from the harsh satire of Demons. With him as the convert to revolution, a tragic story must be expected, with a focus on difficult moral choices as in The Brothers Karamazov, and written with the inner complexity of a Raskolnikov instead of from the outside as are the revolutionaries in Demons. He would be neither a positive nor a negative hero, since it is inconceivable for Dostoyevsky to continue his beloved character of Alyosha in either vein. Revolutionaries in fiction had not enjoyed the full humanising treatment of a major novelist. Bazarov does not make impossible a stereotype of revolutionaries; he is blusteringly positive and then he is undercut in every way by the story; Bazarov is not written from the inside, either, and his internal workings remain obscure. Dostoyevsky was positioned to write of the revolutionary as he or she had not been seen, and simplifications would have been more difficult thereafter. Not only literary history would be different, but historians’ stereotypes such as Morson’s would have been better evidenced against.

Dostoyevsky made a start in Demons, but this book was written at the height of his disaffection from the left. Morson writes a character for intelligenty that has no room for self-doubt, reflecting the ‘positive hero’ projected by them – the ideal, not the real. He is content to use as evidence of the views of revolutionaries the fictional Shigaylov from Demons with his conclusion, ‘from unlimited freedom I end up at unlimited despotism’.[33] However, Morson does not mention Shigaylov’s own dismay to find his logic leads to this conclusion; nor does Morson’s sketch of the typical intelligenty admit of emotions such as nearly every member of the secret circle in Dostoyevsky’s novel displays when they are led to murder. Shigaylov walks away before the act; another tries to stop it; a third has a strange physiological response of an unending shriek. Verkhovensky, the organiser, says of himself ‘I’m a scoundrel, not a socialist’; which leaves only one member so given over to ideology that he does not feel for the victim, and lives easily afterwards with the act.[34] In her discussion of the post-1905 rebellion against the ‘positive hero’, Kelly tells of an attempt by Maksim Gorky in 1913 to remove from the Moscow Art Theatre’s repertoire a stage play of Demons.[35] Different feelings about the ‘internal censor’ came to a head in the controversy that followed; Gorky, for the censorship camp, lost the argument to a spirit of self-criticism. In spite of its strong satire, Demons was not rejected. Had Dostoyevsky, who still commanded this much respect on the radical left, been allowed by the tsar’s censors to write an updated work on revolutionaries as proposed, the voice of the ‘doubt-ridden revolutionary’ would have been strengthened, the case for its suppression more difficult to argue. Those few fiction writers who did express ethical perplexities such as are found in the diaries would have had encouragement and justification to publish. With overt evidence, historians’ portraits of revolutionaries as people with concreted values and a lack of self-question would not have taken hold. The unwritten book has consequences.

Morson says the novelists are anti-ideological in that they advocate an approach to ethical questions that proceeds ‘case by case’ and eschews a search for ‘common principles’; the lesson being, ‘life is too complex for any ethical theory’.[36] His examples are drawn from Tolstoy. A main one is Anna Karenina’s Levin on Russian engagement in the current war in the Balkans, a war Levin does not support. He is asked a hypothetical question: what about the atrocities going on? Would he take up arms and kill if a Turk were to commit an atrocity upon a Bulgarian in front of him? Levin refuses to speculate; he would decide on the instant. Implicit in this conversation is Tolstoy’s ‘ideas about the relation of distance to ethical action’; in Morson’s words,

Kant notwithstanding, we do not owe the same moral debt and concern to people we have never met on the other side of the world as to our immediate family. Tolstoy here revives the Stoic idea that morality works by something resembling concentric circles. The further we get from our family, our neighbours and our community, the less moral obligation we actually have. Indeed, it is a moral error to assume that the same principles apply in near and distant cases.[37]

It becomes hard to distinguish here whether Morson is making such assertions in his own person or explaining Tolstoy; either way, his agreement with Tolstoy is palpable. The problem lies again in his scheme, whereby he assimilates Dostoyevsky to Tolstoy. Indisputably, this is Tolstoy’s lesson, but it goes against much in Dostoyevsky’s thought. In fact, Dostoyevsky picked out this very passage in Anna Karenina for an entry in his Writer’s Diary.[38] Morson comments that Levin’s ‘answer might seem intellectually unsatisfying’; but for Dostoyevsky, intellect has little to do with it; emotionally and ethically, he is appalled that Levin does not know whether he would save a Bulgarian baby. It is not merely that Dostoyevsky is upset because he supports this war. He finds the point about distance both psychologically and philosophically unsatisfying; for the first, he relates an anecdote about a person greatly affected by the stories of atrocities, as if they happened before his eyes; for the second he asks, ‘If distance really does have such an influence on humaneness, then a new question arises of itself: at what distance does love of humanity end?’ For Dostoyevsky, to circumscribe that love and emotional engagement is monstrous; he cannot understand how Levin, portrayed as a ‘sensitive’ person, can maintain he feels nothing for distant strangers. This question is as crucial for Dostoyevsky’s view of life as it is for Tolstoy’s, but they certainly do not see eye to eye. The great writers do not offer a ‘set of alternatives’ in unanimity against the radicals, as Morson has them.

Tolstoy’s conclusions about the family circle run counter to the religious understanding of Zosima in The Brothers Karamazov. Zosima teaches that everybody is responsible for everybody else; we even have to answer for each other’s crimes.[39] This is one of the lessons of Russian Christianity that Dostoyevsky took very much to heart.[40] Zosima’s sermon in his novel expresses most of what Dostoyevsky valued in Orthodoxy, and it is a sensibility alien to Levin’s, who spoke for Tolstoy. This takes Dostoyevsky out of Morson’s scheme whereby the great writers teach us to value what lies near at hand, the ordinary and everyday, as a cure for revolutionaries’ large-scale dreams.[41] At the end of his Writer’s Diary entry Dostoyevsky impersonates Levin’s domestic complacency: as he reads the newspapers with reports of atrocities he thinks, ‘Kitty is in fine spirits and had a good appetite today… What do I care about what goes on over there in another hemisphere?’ Dostoyevsky finishes in his own voice:  ‘Is this how Levin ends his epic?… So what is it, then, that they are teaching us?’[42] By ‘they’ he means ‘novelists today’, standing outside that category himself. Certainly, Tolstoy is not teaching what Dostoyevsky is teaching. Morson only mentions their artistic appreciation of each other, never ideological difference. The ending of War and Peace is conservative in its marriages and settling-down on estates, and in its final conversation of the characters where the women agree with everything their new husbands say, against opinions that they held before. Turgenev’s Yelena would find these family circles suffocating, let alone Chernyshevsky’s Vera. Morson suggests Anna Karenina’s Dolly is the real hero of that book, even above Levin; but her domesticity, of course, is a poor offer for women who wished to be active in the world like Yelena or fully emancipated like Vera. When Turgenev ends a novel in domesticity he is more ambivalent; whether the ‘jackdaws’ (homebody birds, used as a jeer by Bazarov) who marry at the end of Fathers and Children have sunk into complacency or found the rightful sphere for human activity is left much more open to question than in Tolstoy’s two novels. For Dostoyevsky, both Turgenev and Tolstoy were ‘landowner-gentry writers’[43] and he noticed the effects of this in their plots, not only in their circumstances which made the quiet life and incremental improvement in management of an estate an option for them and a natural end for a novel. War and Peace, for Dostoyevsky, was a beautiful evocation of a world that had always been illusory, because based on slavery (serfdom).[44] Anna Karenina frustrated him with its class interests, that ignored current pressing concerns in wider society; he is not convinced by Levin’s pretensions to be ‘one of the people’.[45] Dostoyevsky does not do the domestic ending, and certainly not on a landowner’s estate.[46] He asks in his Writer’s Diary why Tolstoy does not instead address the ‘accidental families’, dysfunctional families that Dostoyevsky sees on the rise in Russia, with ad hoc parents; as Anna Karenina comes out, he is plotting his last novels on an ‘accidental family’ and on the terrible family of The Brothers Karamazov.[47] The family question is not apolitical; ending in domesticity can advocate quiescence, settling for things as they are; to refuse to end a novel this way bespeaks an urge for change. To brush out the difference between Dostoyevsky and Tolstoy is to ignore that Tolstoy retained aristocratic values while Dostoyevsky probably thought like a radical. Neither of them is classless or non-political or in Kelly’s word, liberal, which is the default position of Morson, who is too keen to bring the novelists to it. Tolstoy’s essential conservatism, in his two major novels, should not go unnoticed, nor should Dostoyevsky’s ongoing passion for social justice and for change.

Demons was outdated even as its last instalments were published in 1871-2; a ‘sea-change’ on the Russian radical left saw a great shift away from almost everything Dostoyevsky was most hostile to.[48] The Populists of the 70s had much in common with the Utopian Socialists of Dostoyevsky’s youth, when he himself had joined a secret revolutionary circle.[49] Like the Utopians, the Populists were Christ-inspired in their ethics, even when they remained atheists (his persistent point of difference with them).[50] They rejected the materialist, scientific-determinist basis of the Nihilists before them, seen at its harshest in Bazarov and those one or two radicals who defended Bazarov and identified their cause with him.[51] By this shift Fathers and Children with its 60s style of radical was outdated too. Morson puts ‘intelligentsia “science”’ in inverted commas, to say that ideology came above science, as it came above everything; though they thought themselves science-based, the natural sciences existed for them in order to prove social and political doctrines already held.[52] This does not do justice to what the intelligenty thought their project was. Science-based radicals had begun with the axiom that ‘only natural science was free of ideological contamination’ and therefore was ‘the only reliable source for social values’.[53] The Bazarovs believed this axiom, which makes them rather anti-ideological, in their own eyes, than ideologues. Social orders were bad because ‘human life is constructed… upon the basis of abstract ideas’;[54] that is, the Bazarovs rejected abstractions, which is the contrary of what Morson says of radicals as a whole. For him, they were addicted to ‘theoretism’, defined as the state when theory becomes a universal prescription, a perfect application, with particulars, the contingent, the circumstantial forgotten. Trust in science instead of human-made social orders, such as exhibited by Bazarov, did not last. In 1879 one hold-out for the old ‘positive knowledge’ ceded reluctantly and wrote, ‘let us agree that we were mistaken to think that the frog would save the world’ – a reference to Bazarov’s dissection of frogs.[55] Daniel Todes in his history of evolutionary science in Russia reports that Bazarov’s ‘plain scientism was soon overturned’,[56] although the novel, in immortalising this type, may contribute to an impression of more longevity. A ‘populist critique of scientism’ ensued in the 70s.[57] Bazarov was not a socialist; he explicitly refuses to be content to work for those less well off or for people in the future; he is concerned with good for himself and does not have cooperative values.[58] However, the Russian natural sciences found cooperation within and even between species more prevalent than that ‘struggle for survival’ which evolutionary science in Europe concentrated on. There was a general rejection in Russia of the ‘struggle’ trope and its justification of selfishness, in favour of cooperation as an evolutionary driver, and therefore the right way for human society.[59] It is against the background of this distinctly Russian science that the Populist ‘movement to the people’ emerged, which believed in a proto-socialism among the peasants.

Populism was anti-intellectual. Morson does not seem to include this brand of radical in his intelligenty group, for he gives intelligenty the criteria that ‘they never doubted the leading role of the intelligentsia itself’; they presumed their own ‘entitlement to rule’.[60] But the Populists, from the educated classes, turned against the idea that the intelligentsia knew better than the people. Their ‘going to the people’ movement had as its aim to ‘understand their lives, so that the society of the future would be based on their needs and aspirations and not on the theories of an intellectual elite.’[61] In part because radical Russia had been overwhelmingly horrified by Nechaev with his dictatorship by secret circle and his murder of a member of it, post-Nechaev Populism was against authoritarian socialism or deception of the people.[62] Populist thinkers taught that ‘whenever ‘consciousness’ had been imposed on the masses, a new breed of exploiters had come to power’.[63] Change must be ‘not from above but from below.’[64] The nightmares of Demons, the novel inspired by Nechaev, were in recession: ‘to make the revolution for the people would be to go against the antiauthoritarian ethos of populism and to perpetuate the rule of coercive elites’.[65] Their anti-intellectualism struck a chord with Dostoyevsky, who had come to just the same conclusions in his forced encounter with the people in prison in Siberia. Never again, after prison, did Dostoyevsky think intellectual prescriptions were of help in Russia; the way forward lay in the people, and in what they believed.[66] Populism reconciled Dostoyevsky to the left.[67]

Distinctions between ideas and ideology, belief and commitment, can be hard to make; but it is fair to say Dostoyevsky was no enemy to ideas or to belief. He was less ‘anti-ideological’ than Turgenev, who had a ‘mistrust of systems’ but also a temperamental propensity to preach futility of effort.[68] Dostoyevsky can be seen as an optimist in contradistinction to Turgenev’s pessimist; he liked to end novels on an inspirational note whenever he found this feasible (Crime and Punishment, The Brothers Karamazov, as against the prose-poem on futility that winds up Turgenev’s Smoke). He has a strong conviction that few persons are beyond salvation in a moral sense, and he often depicts a total change of life, from Raskolnikov to Zosima – in other words, conversion. Religious conversions such as Zosima’s are not greatly differentiated from ideological conversions (Raskolnikov) or moral-spiritual ones with neither overt religion or ideology (Dmitri and Grushenka in The Brothers Karamazov). Even his quiescent characters – Prince Myshkin in The Idiot, Alyosha, both with a Christ-like meekness – are agents of transformation in other people. To be passive but transformative is a very different thing than to live the quiet life and be self-involved, which is Dostoyevsky’s verdict on Levin. They live for other people – whoever calls on them, known or unknown, family or stranger. Theirs is not an ethic of ‘do good near at hand’, and ‘to make the world anew’ is a notion that attracts them, not repels them. These three authors’ ideal characters are not in the least the same types. Morson claims the novelists mistrust ‘suddenness’ and teach gradualism; a love for ‘suddenness’ seems to be a psychological trait, and in the political sphere leans one to revolution. However, Dostoyevsky was never immune to the possibilities of suddenness, while he became convinced revolution was entirely a European concept, irrelevant to Russian circumstances.[69] Although he invested his hope in reforms from the tsar-liberator, he was subject himself to wild ‘eschatological’ visions for the world, the collapse of Europe and a renewal that would spring from Russia.[70] Morson cites the author’s use of his own experience of epilepsy in The Idiot, and equates the sense of spiritual harmony before fits which he describes for Prince Myshkin with other false dreams of sudden or violent solutions. But Dostoyevsky always clung to the hope that his experiences of a universal harmony in the moments before fits were not simply due to illness but had a true element of insight into those scriptures he has Prince Myshkin quote: ‘There shall be no more time’.[71] For Morson to say that these raptures ‘led inevitably to insanity’ the way revolution led to a social psychosis is too condemnatory even within the precincts of the novel, to leave aside the author’s own prognosis. Prince Myshkin does end insane, but this does not necessarily devalue his glimpses of harmony, and Dostoyevsky’s own investment in that scriptural text is clear.

One of Dostoyevsky’s main lessons is that people have swinging personalities, open to conversion or moral change; Russians in particular swung from one extreme to the other, as characters say several times in Brothers Karamazov. This is why he can project a sequel where the Christ-imitating Alyosha becomes a revolutionary. Dostoyevsky’s vision of a swinging personality is not hostile to ideas. Key is a scriptural verse he uses in Demons: ‘I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spew thee out of my mouth’.[72] In his Writer’s Diary he says it is a trait of Russians to take ideas over-seriously, to pursue them to ends undreamt of where they began, in Europe.

Can a Russian youth remain indifferent to the influence of these leaders of progressive European thought, and in particular to the Russian aspect of their teachings? Please allow me this funny phrase “the Russian aspect of their teachings” because a Russian aspect of their teachings really does exist. It consists of those conclusions drawn from their teachings that take on the form of an invincible axiom, conclusions that are drawn only in Russia; in Europe, as people say, the possibility of these conclusions is not even suspected.[73]

This Russianness he accepts; he presents it over and over in his novels, and certainly he sees it in himself. Dostoyevsky’s biographical journey from revolutionary to reactionary and part the way back again is not that of a person who looks to the middle ground like Isaiah Berlin’s liberal, based on Turgenev. Neither are his novels. Even Demons, written at a time when he felt most estranged from the left, prefers a believer to an uncommitted person, and finds the potential for salvation in those most mad with ‘atheism, revolutionism’ and the rest of Morson’s list.[74] Kirillov, maddened with atheism, gives a moving tribute to Christ; and if he swung, as the character Shatov tells him, he would have the dedication of a saint, instead of his self-sacrifice by pistol to prove there is no God. Kirillov may be ‘demented’ or similar words that critics call him; nevertheless he is presented with warm sympathy, and his last night on earth, shared with Shatov whose last night it is also, reveals the human values of both, in the novel’s warmest pages. Shatov, the victim of the secret circle which he has tried to exit, has not renounced revolution because he has acquired a sceptical attitude for great ideas, but because he has converted to other ideas, every bit as fervid and similar to Dostoyevsky’s own. Whether or not people are ‘believers’ by temperament is important in the book, and if they are there is hope for them, no matter what their current ideas. It is Stavrogin’s tragedy that he can seed ideas in other people (both Kirillov and Shatov) but never commit to them himself.[75] It is he who is the ‘lukewarm’ in the verse of scripture, empty, who commits crimes trivial or terrible from boredom. The Nechaev-figure Dostoyevsky has turned into ‘a scoundrel, not a socialist’, for no reason discovered by his intellectual biographer Joseph Frank. Not after his own secret circle, whose ethics he defends in the Writer’s Diary: ‘There was not a single “monster” or “scoundrel” among the Petrashevsky Circle’.[76] But Verkhovensky’s utter vacancy of principles, beliefs or other moral content answers to Dostoyevsky’s idea of true villainy, which is an inability to dedicate the self to any cause. To have a heartfelt socialist at the centre of this conspiracy would have aligned more easily with the ‘anti-ideological novel’, but less so with Dostoyevsky’s understanding of evil.

A certain disgust with radical politics lies not far beneath the surface of this chapter by Gary Saul Morson; a one-sidedness typical of those who wish to range the great novelists of the Russian nineteenth century against the revolutionaries. It seems to be too easy for such historians to position the novelists in an ideal liberal centre space that is free from ideology. No such space existed, but is the blind spot of historians who do not recognise that their own work too has a tendency, much as Morson openly despises works with tendency. Dostoyevsky in particular is an ill fit in schemes of writers versus radicals, for he did not change his spots in Siberia so far as to leave behind the traits and the concerns that led him to revolutionary activity in youth. Morson makes him and his lessons more or less equivalent to Tolstoy’s, but Dostoyevsky’s own writings testify against this. Turgenev had a strong pessimism that led him not so much to uphold the status quo as to preach the futility of effort, a propensity that makes him anti-change. These great novelists did not sing from one hymn-book, contra revolution and its works on behalf of liberal humanism. The revolutionaries themselves were a more diverse set than Morson grants: authoritarian or anti-authoritarian, materialist or idealist, inspired by science or by a religious ethic. It is of the utmost importance to distinguish, to admit the plural worlds of both the writers and the radicals. Neither should be put into the singular.

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Primary sources

Chernyshevsky, Nikolai What Is To Be Done?, trans. Michael R. Katz, Ithaca and London, Cornell University Press, 1989.

Dostoyevsky, Fyodor The Brothers Karamazov, trans. David McDuff, London, Penguin, 2003.

Dostoyevsky, Fyodor Crime and Punishment, trans. David McDuff, London, Penguin, 2003.

Dostoevsky, Fyodor Demons, trans. Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky, New York, Vintage Classics, 1994.

Dostoyevsky, Fyodor The Idiot, trans. David McDuff, London, Penguin, 2004.

Dostoevsky, Fyodor A Writer’s Diary, trans. Kenneth Lantz, abridged edn, Evanston, Northwestern University Press, 2009.

Katz, Michael R. (trans. and ed.) Fathers and Children: A Norton Critical Edition, 2nd edn, New York, W.W. Norton, 2009.

Turgenev, Ivan Fathers and Sons, trans. Richard Freeborn, Oxford, Oxford University Press, 1991.

Turgenev, Ivan Rudin and On the Eve, trans. David McDuff, Oxford, Oxford University Press, 1999.

Turgenev, Ivan Virgin Soil, trans. Michael Pursglove, Richmond, Alma Classics, 2014.

Secondary works

Berlin, Isaiah Russian Thinkers, 2nd edn, London, Penguin, 2008.

Frank, Joseph Dostoevsky: The Miraculous Years, 1865-1871, Princeton, Princeton University Press, 1995.

Frank, Joseph Dostoevsky: The Mantle of the Prophet, 1871-1881, Princeton, Princeton University Press, 2002.

Freeborn, Richard The Russian Revolutionary Novel: Turgenev to Pasternak, Cambridge, Cambridge University Press, 1982.

Hamburg, G.M. ‘Russian Intelligentsias’ in A History of Russian Thought, eds. William Leatherbarrow and Derek Offord, Cambridge, Cambridge University Press, 2010, pp. 44-69.

Kelly, Aileen M. Towards Another Shore: Russian Thinkers Between Necessity and Chance, New Haven and London, Yale University Press, 1998.

Morson, Gary Saul ‘Tradition and Counter-Tradition: The Radical Intelligentsia and Classical Russian Literature’ in A History of Russian Thought, eds. William Leatherbarrow and Derek Offord, Cambridge, Cambridge University Press, 2010, pp. 141-168.

Offord, Derek Nineteenth-Century Russia: Opposition to Autocracy, Harlow, Longman, 1999.

Peace, Richard ‘Nihilism’ in A History of Russian Thought, eds. William Leatherbarrow and Derek Offord, Cambridge, Cambridge University Press, 2010, pp. 116-140.

Todes, Daniel P. Darwin Without Malthus: The Struggle for Existence in Russian Evolutionary Thought, Oxford, Oxford University Press, 1989.

Venturi, Franco Roots of Revolution: A History of the Populist and Socialist Movements in Nineteenth Century Russia, trans. Francis Haskell, New York, Alfred A. Knopf, 1960.

Footnotes

[1] Gary Saul Morson, ‘Tradition and Counter-Tradition: The Radical Intelligentsia and Classical Russian Literature’ in A History of Russian Thought, eds. William Leatherbarrow and Derek Offord, Cambridge, 2010, pp. 141-168.

[2] For different definitions of ‘intelligentsia’ in the Russian context, see G.M. Hamburg, ‘Russian Intelligentsias’ in A History of Russian Thought, pp. 44-69.

[3] Morson, ‘Tradition and Counter-Tradition’, p. 143.

[4] Ibid., p. 141.

[5] Aileen M. Kelly, Towards Another Shore: Russian Thinkers Between Necessity and Chance, New Haven and London, 1998, p. 20.

[6] Morson, ‘Tradition and Counter-Tradition’, p. 149.

[7] Kelly, Towards Another Shore, pp. 119-21. She uses historian Adam Ulum as representative.

[8] Morson, ‘Tradition and Counter-Tradition’, p. 149.

[9] Letter to K.K. Sluchevsky, in Michael R. Katz (ed.), Fathers and Children: A Norton Critical Edition, 2nd edn, New York, 2009, p. 182.

[10] Kelly, Towards Another Shore, p. 26.

[11] For contemporary responses to Fathers and Children, see Katz (ed.), Fathers and Children: A Norton Critical Edition; for responses to Dostoyevsky’s Demons, see Joseph Frank, Dostoevsky: The Miraculous Years, 1865-1871, Princeton, 1995, pp. 396-413.

[12] For the ‘superfluous person’ in Russian fiction, see Derek Offord, Nineteenth-Century Russia: Opposition to Autocracy, Harlow, 1999, pp. 19-22; in Turgenev, see Isaiah Berlin, Russian Thinkers, 2nd edn, London, 2008, pp. 299-350.

[13] Kelly, Towards Another Shore, p. 124.

[14] Ivan Turgenev, ‘Apropos of Fathers and Sons’, in Katz (ed.) Fathers and Children: A Norton Critical Edition, p. 169.

[15] Letter to M.M. Stasyulevich, quoted in Berlin, Russian Thinkers, p. 335.

[16] Morson, ‘Tradition and Counter-Tradition’, p. 149.

[17] Kelly, Towards Another Shore, pp. 102-6.

[18] Letter to A.A. Fet, in Katz (ed.) Fathers and Children: A Norton Critical Edition, p. 181.

[19] Turgenev, ‘Apropos’, in Katz (ed.) Fathers and Children: A Norton Critical Edition, p. 168.

[20] Berlin, Russian Thinkers, pp. 342-50.

[21] For the ‘positive hero’, see Offord, Opposition to Autocracy, pp. 59-62.

[22] Nikolai Chernyshevsky, What Is To Be Done?, trans. Michael R. Katz, Ithaca and London, 1989; Richard Freeborn, The Russian Revolutionary Novel: Turgenev to Pasternak, Cambridge, 1982, p. 21.

[23] Freeborn, The Russian Revolutionary Novel, pp. 24-7.

[24] Morson, ‘Tradition and Counter-Tradition’, p. 145.

[25] Frank, Miraculous Years, pp. 204-22.

[26] Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons, trans. Richard Freeborn, Oxford, 1991, pp. 103-4.

[27] Morson, ‘Tradition and Counter-Tradition’, p. 143.

[28] Kelly, Towards Another Shore, pp. 134-54.

[29] Ibid., pp. 144-7.

[30] Joseph Frank, Dostoevsky: The Mantle of the Prophet, 1871-1881, Princeton, 2002, p. 484; conversation recorded by Aleksey Suvorin.

[31] Ibid. p. 483; see also the discussion of this quote in Kelly, Towards Another Shore, p. 75.

[32] Frank, Mantle of the Prophet, p. 481.

[33] Morson, ‘Tradition and Counter-Tradition’, p. 145.

[34] This is Erkel; see Fyodor Dostoevsky, Demons, trans. Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky, New York, 1994, pp. 597-629.

[35] Kelly, Towards Another Shore, pp. 147-154.

[36] Morson, ‘Tradition and Counter-Tradition’, pp. 151-2.

[37] Ibid., p. 152.

[38] Fyodor Dostoevsky, A Writer’s Diary, trans. Kenneth Lantz, abridged edn, Evanston, 2009, pp. 436-42.

[39] Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov, trans. David McDuff, London, 2003, pp. 372-404.

[40] Frank, Mantle of the Prophet, pp. 621-35.

[41] Morson, ‘Tradition and Counter-Tradition’, pp. 158-60.

[42] Dostoevsky, A Writer’s Diary, p. 442.

[43] Frank, Miraculous Years, p. 424; Frank, Mantle of the Prophet, pp. 167-8.

[44] Dostoevsky, A Writer’s Diary, p. 342.

[45] Ibid., pp. 438-40.

[46] There is an exception: his light comic novel The Village of Stephanchikovo (1859).

[47] Frank, Mantle of the Prophet, p. 170.

[48] Frank, Mantle of the Prophet, pp. 65-86; Kelly, Towards Another Shore, pp. 55-79.

[49] Frank, Mantle of the Prophet, p. 76.

[50] Ibid., p. 80.

[51] Katz (ed.) Fathers and Children: A Norton Critical Edition, p. 193.

[52] Morson, ‘Tradition and Counter-Tradition’, p. 144.

[53] Daniel P. Todes, Darwin Without Malthus: The Struggle for Existence in Russian Evolutionary Thought, Oxford, 1989, pp. 24-44.

[54] Ibid., p. 29.

[55] N.V. Shelgunov quoted in Todes, Darwin Without Malthus, p. 35.

[56] Todes, Darwin Without Malthus, pp. 31-2.

[57] Ibid., p. 32.

[58] Turgenev, Fathers and Sons, pp. 126-30.

[59] Todes, Darwin Without Malthus; the book as a whole is a study of this.

[60] Morson, ‘Tradition and Counter-Tradition’, pp. 145-6.

[61] Kelly, Towards Another Shore, p. 128.

[62] Ibid., p. 126; Offord, Opposition to Autocracy, pp. 66-81.

[63] Offord, Opposition to Autocracy, p. 69.

[64] Ibid., p. 71.

[65] Kelly, Towards Another Shore, p. 125.

[66] Frank, Mantle of the Prophet, pp. 65-86.

[67] Ibid., p. 85.

[68] Kelly, Towards Another Shore, pp. 91-118.

[69] Frank, Miraculous Years, pp. 435-72.

[70] As noted by Morson, ‘Tradition and Counter-Tradition’, p. 147.

[71] Frank, Miraculous Years, pp. 365-8.

[72] Dostoevsky, Demons, p. 689.

[73] Dostoevsky, A Writer’s Diary, p. 69.

[74] Morson, ‘Tradition and Counter-Tradition’, p. 143.

[75] Frank, Miraculous Years, pp. 477-80.

[76] Dostoevsky, A Writer’s Diary, p. 65.

A few interviews

As our crowdfund closes (you can view the results) and I emerge from a whirl of activity, let me save here a few interviews I gave. Eric, Adam and Trish asked about both my historical fiction and my sword & sorcery — and where the line is crossed, how I experienced the difference between those modes.

I got the chance to talk about things I’ve mulled over for years. Certainly a perquisite of having a book out. Gratitude to Oliver Brackenbury, my publisher, for drumming up press opportunities, and to Eric de Roulet, Adam McPhee and Trish Matson for asking intriguing questions.

Eric de Roulet on his blog Sad But Building Worlds

part 1 ‘World-building, but it’s medieval Mongolia’

part 2 ‘Gender, sexuality, and marginalized lives in historical fiction’

This was an in-depth interview that we had to stretch over two parts, about writing in historical settings.

Adam McPhee at Adam’s Notes substack
An interview with Bryn Hammond

About my vision/version of Tchingis Khan, who Goatskin is, and the historical turn in sword & sorcery.

Trish E Matson on her blog What’s the Word Now?
A triple interview with Oliver Brackenbury, Bryn Hammond and Dariel Quiogue

Oliver is the publisher, and Dariel my steppe brother with the other half of our Mongol Double. In my segment: Goatskin, her wanderlust, her love life, and what she means to me.

NESS Short Story Panel Discussion

This discussion of my short story ‘Sister Chaos’ and Dariel’s ‘The Demon of Tashi Tzang’ was a sheer joy for me to watch, and offers keen insights into each of our stories. It neatly contrasts our writing styles and is a great way to gain an idea of the sort of thing you’ll find  in our novellas on these characters, back to back in the Double.

I’ve never had a panel on a work of mine before — and such a generous one too. Quite the experience. And seriously, bless Kirk for liking the poetry.

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The book is expected out in April 2025. Preorders up soon at the New Edge Sword & Sorcery shop, where issues of the magazine with my Goatskin short stories are also available.

Extra
I liked this interview with Kevin Beckett for Just the Axe, Ma’am, a discontinued newsletter, so here’s the text:

  1. What was the work that made you fall in love with reading? What was the work that made you fall in love with writing? What work made you fall in love with Sword & Sorcery?

With reading? I’m going to say The Once and Future King by T.H. White. For one thing, he loves and conveys Malory, but add in his acrobatics tumbling from comedy to tragedy, his British antics, his witty games with words at sentence level. He writes Nazi ants, he writes the quest for ethics, he writes Lancelot’s psychology of self-hatred and his climb to sainthood of a sort. White threw in everything he was and cared about and the kitchen sink. He wrote as if nobody was listening, as if fiction mattered more than life. It did to me, after that experience.

With writing? Not certain what you intend, but Algernon Swinburne’s Poems and Ballads (1866) addicted me to the sound of words. He gets bagged for that – more sound than sense – but in his strong work that intoxication with language is the sail to his ship, and I have cared about how my sentences sound out loud ever since.

With Sword & Sorcery? Hard to remember where that began. It must have been Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser, or else Night’s Master and Death’s Master by Tanith Lee if those count as S&S. Mostly, Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser gave me a thirst for fiction that was barbarians – and lowlifes – on adventure. I picked up anything fantasy with a barbarian on the cover, although that led me to a bad place or two in the late 70s-80s.

  1. Who are Goatskin and Sister Chaos, and why do you tell their tales?

After writing the above I thought, oh, a barbarian and a lowlife in friendship – that’s my two.

Goatskin is a nomad. To do something different after my Mongol novels I placed her inside a settled society, where nomads are scorned and their way of life illegal. In history, on the fringes between steppe and sown, nomads were often force-settled – as they are, in the same places, today. For my S&S, I didn’t want to half-arse the social contempt my hero faces. Conan walks into a bar, everybody’s intimidated and a lot of the men want to be him: that’s not outsidery enough for me. If Goatskin tried to walk into your average fantasy tavern or your real historical inn, she’d likely be thrown out, at least insulted. That’s the position I want to start from with my S&S main. Why? I want S&S to get down and dirty and real with its outsider representation.

And Sister Chaos? She’s a bandit, based on a historical bandit Yang Miaozhen. I have shifted her from North China into Tangut, where they had a bandit refuge too, but she seizes her chances in the Mongol invasions just like Yang Miaozhen – who as a commoner and a woman, found the chaos of the times gave her opportunity to do the otherwise impossible. My bandit is my argument on behalf of chaos. I see fantasy metaphysics where chaos is a negative and I ask, why? Order’s rarely on my side. Also, I come across S&S that takes conventional society’s attitude to bandits, and I think, what is S&S for if not to see the dispossessed and even anti-social point of view? My bandit bible is Eric Hobsbawm’s Bandits, and its leads into real-life accounts.

  1. You have moved from meticulously researched historical fiction to writing a secondary world still inspired by medieval Mongolian culture. What have you noticed most after writing in both genres?

That effort to be meticulously researched was a feat I sustained over nine years, and I feel I’m on holiday now. I still want to talk about history, there are still things I want to tell you about historical peoples, so my S&S has remained strongly historical, at least in the Goatskin tales. But you can write with more symbolism, you can make your metaphors come to life as monsters, you can put things, conflicts, as physical confrontations. I’m still exploring what you can do in S&S.

  1. You also write poetry. What do you enjoy about poetry you wish to impart to a reader?

The bulk of my poetry practice has been about oral epics or early written-down works that owe to oral epics. Epic is my first love, and the later fantastika that was called romance. Before I abandoned the European medieval in favour of steppe epic, I spent years with Beowulf: a translation that instilled in me, indelibly, its habit of alliteration. Then medieval Turkic and Mongol poetry works on similar structures of head-rhyme and a counterpoint syntax, and even shares a few ‘Heroic Age’ habits of mind.

When writing a version of the Secret History of the Mongols, I had a fine excuse to slip into poetic patches in my prose, because the Secret History slips between them. In reported speech, Mongols themselves slip into verse for emphasis, for solemnity, or for emotion. I strongly feel that those of us who write in heroic societies – probably an old-fashioned term now – ought to do justice to their oral arts.

The other thing I want to do with poetry is write settings of Mongol history, inspired by poet-historian C.P. Cavafy, who wrote a body of work on Late Antique Alexandria and its surrounds.

  1. We find inspiration everywhere. What is a favourite painting, a favourite song, a favourite film?

Painting: Gustave Moreau. ‘Sappho on the Rocks’, since that was cover art for my copy of Moorcock’s Gloriana, and introduced me to Moreau. The ornate, excessive, perverse iconography of his style led me into a fascination with the belated, crumbling Romanticism that was the Decadent period, its painting and writing.

Song: David Bowie. 70s. ‘Sweet Thing’ can stand for most 70s Bowie. The effort to capture ‘Sweet Thing’ in story, convert its mood into a different medium, was a constant inspiration or aspiration. Bowie’s lyrics were up there with a few poets. In that song, the ambivalence, the bizarre juxtapositions, the range and changes, were what a whole opera ought to be.

Film: I’m going to cheat and give a television series, that helped teach me to write: Blakes 7. It’s known for its anti-heroes and its questioning of our crew’s actions – violence in the service of a cause – but also for putting outright space fascists on screen and locating us in the resistance. The interpersonal areas of grey just taught you to be subtle, and it was great at punchy conversations too.

  1. As someone who’s written a two-part novel about Chinggis Khan, what is one fact you wish more people knew about him?

It’d be easy to answer a question, what do people think they know, and you want to tell them it’s either untrue or unattested? There’s a lot in that category.

Fact. Facts are tricky where almost everything is a matter of interpretation, and of learning how to interpret. However, I’d like people to understand that for a thirteenth-century figure, we have amazingly rich material about his insides. The Secret History of the Mongols has memoirs from people who were intimate with him, and even, it seems to me, his own anecdotes. His own anecdotes – like the Secret History in general – are not self-aggrandising, either. The concern – his concern, I argue – was to write an honest history.

I’d like people to know you can probably hear Chinggis Khan’s own voice if you listen hard to the Secret History. And you should, because it’s a world classic – as newly acknowledged by its inclusion, in 2023, in Penguin Classics. Jump on it.

  1. The First Wave of Sword & Sorcery is when it was formed in Weird Tales of the 1930s and 1940s. The Second Wave is when it rose high from the 1960s to the 1980s. The Third Wave is now. What is one work from each wave you want everyone to read?

First Wave. C.L. Moore, and to avoid too much controversy I’ll give ‘The Dark Land’. It exhibits what I like about Moore: she’s painterly, with figurative landscapes, impressionist emotions, a language lush and stark at the same time, that draws value from repetitions like poetry or folk epic. Actually I think ‘Black God’s Shadow’ is a gigantic masterpiece, but that takes a big screed to even talk about.

Second Wave. My weird answer to this is — the toughest wave to answer on — is going to be ‘The Lamia and Lord Cromis’ by M. John Harrison. I simply love his writing, how suffused with strange moods it is; and in this late phase of the Viriconium sequence, how the story sabotages itself, but only to haunt you, to leave you in a state of disturbance because you can’t pin down the emotion you feel. That’s what a second wave ought to do.

Third Wave. At the moment, Sometime Lofty Towers is my lofty peak in contemporary S&S. Not that I don’t look forward to the day when it finds a rival. A rival in the revival. That’s David C. Smith, who’s been around for ages, but like Late Yeats or Late Shakespeare, the late phase is a sting in the tail, it’s layered, it’s saturated in experience, it’s complex and disconcertingly simple.

  1. You have a novella coming up in this Crowdfunder. What does it promise to the reader?

I can do one of those strings of oddments: you’ll meet the fossil bones the Gobi is famous for; camels with two humps and none; the Mongol king of the dead; ghosts of steppe-sown conflict going back a thousand years; and of course, perturbing flowers.

Oliver [Brackenbury] had the fantastic idea to put me back to back with Dariel Quiogue for a Mongol Double, written by ‘steppe siblings’. You get two looks at Chinggis Khan, and even two looks at his enigmatic friend-enemy, in history Jamuqa. Dariel cares deeply about including Forgotten Asia – Asia beyond China and Japan — in fantasy fiction. By the end of this Double Edge you’ll be soaked in Mongol atmosphere and mood. You’ll shut the book – both sides – and say, Huh. The Northern Thing, vaunted in fantasy circles? Not just Europe.

That’s our promise.

  1. What do you have lined up next after this novella?

I’m plotting a follow-up novella, and I’ll be writing that for the next months. Working title What Rough Beast?, and wading into areas where I got my feet wet in Waste Flowers, or the other Goatskin tales. Big ambitions for this one.

  1. Why should people care about Sword & Sorcery?

You don’t have to care, but there’s an opportunity here for a type of fantasy you may want in your life. I especially call out to folk who are marginalized in their lives, because S&S is shaped as a fantasy of outsiders. You don’t win kingdoms here, you don’t commonly win enough to change your life or change the world – who does? Not that we have to be pessimistic in S&S, but we like to stay real. It doesn’t support legitimacy or lineage, it can’t be on the side of the patriarchy though ye olde examples often didn’t see an illogic in that. It’s anti-power in its axioms, it’s yours to come and play.

  1. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

You get to hear about my own life now. Don’t forget, I learnt my awkward honesty from Chinggis Khan.

Yesterday I was doing my stint at a second-hand charity shop. It’s enforced work for poverty wages, in a scheme for over-55s who’ve been out of work. Exploitative but we muck about and laugh, and have each other’s backs in a way embattled comrades of the sword should understand. So, my workmates made me laugh yesterday, but we don’t need much excuse to set us off.

I don’t try to tell them that they, too, fuel my writing of Sword & Sorcery. But they do.

Chinggis Khan goes S&S: our Mongol Double

 

A Mongol Double? Two novellas, where both feature fantasy-Chinggis Khan, at the frontier between the steppe and China? – that contested frontier, that freight of history, that rich and wild inspiration for story?

Brackenbury Books presents Double-Edged Sword & Sorcery. One book, back to back novellas: Walls of Shira Yulun by Dariel R.A. Quiogue, Waste Flowers by Bryn Hammond.

Continuity, for those who have read my Amgalant? You’ll see Tchingis Khan, you’ll see Jamuqa, you’ll see my Hodoe Aral woman Tahilga, just as you knew them in my historical novels. What’s more, you’ll get a look at history post-Amgalant: how does Tchingis go about his war with North China? What helps and hinders him?

Sword & Sorcery heads, who haven’t read my historicals, don’t worry: no knowledge is assumed. You can come in without a clue about Mongols, and my Mongols in particular.

People on this blog might know me, or else they can poke around my posts and find out. But let me introduce Dariel R.A. Quiogue, in his own words. I recommend this post, where Dariel talks about his motivations in fantasy fiction: Forgotten Asia, beyond China and Japan, and his personal perspective on colonialism:

If sword and sorcery is a literary form of rebellion, then my rebellion is against the veneer of Latin civilization, digging for an identity I can accept as my own. So in my writings I try to probe beyond this veil, into the past before Magellan, or outward, tracing back links to other parts and peoples of Asia. 

Sword & Silk?

Please do sign up for updates on our crowdfunding campaign. Numbers help, going in. Like most of Chinggis Khan’s campaigns, we’re aiming high, and with the courage of confidence, but bottom line? If you’ve read Amgalant, you remember, every victory is staggeringly chancy. Join us.

Read more, and register your interest, at the link below:

Pre-launch campaign page: Get ready for Double-Edged Sword & Sorcery

Crowdfunding S&S & romance

I have a novelette in an anthology being crowdfunded right now, Beating Hearts & Battle-Axes.

There you see my name on the cover. I am beyond proud to stand alongside the other names: SL Huang of The Water Outlaws, Brent Lambert of A Necessary Chaos, TA Markitan who has stories in A Book of Blades I and II, David C Smith of Sometime Lofty Towers, Valerie Valdes of Where Peace is Lost. Jay Wolf is our wonderful editor.

Six novelettes of about 12,000 words, telling a Sword & Sorcery tale with an integral relationship story.

When Oliver Brackenbury, the publisher, asked me to be a part of the anthology, I was keen for the chance to explore the love relationship between my Goatskin and Sister Chaos (she who goes by several pseuds) more deeply. Previous Goatskin stories can be found in New Edge Sword & Sorcery Magazine issues 0 and 1, and A Book of Blades II. My historical fiction series Amgalant leans heavily into relationships, and has a strong love story — while *not* being historical romance, as the anthology isn’t capital-R Romance. So this was more back to my usual than a new departure.

We have met our minimum funding goal, which means the book’s going ahead. First stretch goal is an internal illustration for each story by Trevor Ngwenya – you can bet I want that one. Second stretch goal is a significant discount on shipping for Rest of the World folk, and as an Australian familiar with the cost disadvantages of book acquisition from overseas, that one means a lot to me too.

After those two goals, funds go toward further projects from Brackenbury Books. This anthology is the first book from what hopes to be a shiny new publisher of Sword & Sorcery. I expect more in the spirit of New Edge Sword & Sorcery Magazine, also from Oliver Brackenbury: innovative and inclusive Sword & Sorcery, in other words so much up my alley you can come and swig a drink with me in the street or the tavern if it lets us in (I write social outsiders, you’ll often be refused at the fantasy taverns). I’m excited to see the future of Brackenbury Books, and I have a great respect for Oliver from our work together in the past.

The campaign runs until July 21. It’s on Backerkit, described as like Kickstarter but better. There are exclusive extras through the crowdfund, and you can add on issues of New Edge Sword & Sorcery at a crowdfund-only discount. I have a Goatskin story, ‘Sister Chaos’ in issue 1 from last year, and a non-fiction piece in one of this year’s issues, 3 or 4.

Here’s the campaign link. I’d be delighted if you choose to back.

www.backerkit.com/c/projects/brackenbooks/beating-hearts-battle-axes