Archangel – Robert Harris
Robert Harris is slowly becoming a highly regarded and popular historical fiction author. Emphasis, though, in most cases should be placed on “fiction” as opposed to “historical”. The handful of books that I’ve read by him have a lot of “what ifs” and speculation involved, and don’t exactly tell a nice little fictitious story in the midst of important historical events. Example: his first novel “Fatherland” was a novel that took place in Berlin in the early 1960s. The difference in the particular novel, though, was the assumption that Germany had won the war.
Archangel doesn’t have that radical of an alternative agenda, but the story definitely involves some eye-brows raising scenarios that, if we imagine, might have possibly just maybe could have happened. A big strength of Harris’s storytelling is that he does a splendid job with atmospheres. Even if we don’t believe the story nor like the conclusion, we feel such a part of our surroundings, that we enjoy the story regardless. In Archangel, the story begins in Moscow in the early 1990s. The cold war is “over”, but Russia hasn’t exactly morphed into anything resembling the state of New Hampshire. The place is cold, uncertain, fearful, antagonistic, and many yearn for the days of hardline communism that has now died a drawn-out death.
We meet a British historian named Fluke Keslo who is after a scoop. His subject is a former NKVD officer who once served in Josef Stalin’s inner circle. This man has a story to tell Kelso about Stalin, and it’s not pretty. Well, apparently old Russia has a lot of dirt, and the “new” Russia doesn’t want this story made public, so a political thriller is now in place with a lot of cat-and-mouse. Kelso, being a “dedicated” journalist, apparently doesn’t care about threats of being locked in a modern-day gulag for the rest of his life. No, gosh-darnit. He’s a journalist, and he’s determined to uncover the truth.
So he pairs with an American journalist, and is aided by some family members of his subject, and his long journey takes that begins in Moscow, migrates to a northern port of Russia named Archangel. We feel it all. The cold, the destitution, the isolation, the threat of those in power chasing the two. It’s quite riveting, and if we’re honest, the journey here comes across as more interesting than the final destination.
The ending of this story left me a bit wanting. I wasn’t quite sure I felt like we reached a satisfying conclusion. There were bits of unbelievability, and a few too many government types running around with conflicting agendas. Make no mistake, Russia has never been a happy place, but everything seemed a bit too confused with so many “authority” figures running around with somewhat conflicting agendas.
Still, though, I enjoyed the ride. I enjoyed the surroundings – as unpleasant as they were – as they gave me a strong taste of the people and places of the time. Whether the action is taking place in the large surroundings of Moscow, or the isolated fringes of the forest-covered Archangel, it all seemed so hollow and real. It might have been my approach and imagination that left me a bit unmoved by the end of the story. It’s possible that if my mind had been able to comprehend things slightly differently, I could have felt the same things that the author was trying to convey. Still, when someone such as myself reads historical fiction, most of the enjoyment comes from the “historical” element, and this story, like all of Harris’s other works, didn’t let me down.