Sue Wootton
What made Chekhov’s writing so powerful? Rosamund Bartlett, in her introduction to Anton Chekhov: A Life in Letters, considers that his appeal was partly “his lack of pretentiousness”, largely, she considers, a result of the “practical, down-to-earth objectivity Chekhov acquired in his medical training”.
He wrote no vast novels in which he attempted to solve the problems of existence or fathom the forces of world history. He had no particular axe to grind about how people should live their lives, but, like the good doctor that he was, he had a superb ability to diagnose what it was that prevented people from finding happiness and fulfillment and a unique talent for pinpointing it in a clear-sighted way that was at the same time immensely gentle and compassionate… Chekhov wrote stories and plays about … ordinary people with ordinary problems.”
I first noticed it three years ago when I was attending the [Moscow] circuit court: it went on for about three days and caused quite a commotion in my soul and in my home. There was a lot of blood. It came from my right lung. Subsequently I’ve noticed some bleeding once or twice a year, and sometimes there has been a lot of blood, by which I mean what I cough up would be thick and red, but sometimes not that much … The day before yesterday, or the day before that, I don’t remember exactly, I noticed some blood in the evening, but today it has stopped. I get a cough every winter, autumn and spring, and on damp days in the summer. But the only time it worries me is when I see blood: there is something about blood flowing from the mouth, like the glow of a fire.”
Although Chekhov the doctor would have clearly understood what the bleeding signified, Chekhov the ‘ordinary man’ opted for ordinary denial. “If the bleeding I experienced in that circuit courtroom had been a symptom of incipient consumption,” he wrote, “I would long ago have departed this life – that is my logic.”
But for all his calming words of logic, it is Chekhov the writer whose words reel down through time, the fire-glow bleeding as fresh and horrifying as the day of his hemorrhage. And it’s Chekhov the writer who diagnoses from this ghastly symptom that most human of maladies: commotion in the soul and in the home. Exploring these commotions would prove to be his life-long literary subject.
Sue Wootton is co-editor of Corpus.
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