Fathers and Sons by Turgenev (Richard Freeborn translation) is an interesting character study of Bazarov, a self-proclaimed nihilist in the backdrop of the ideological differences between the âfathersâ and âsonsâ. The âfathersâ and âsonsâ in the title refer to the two different generations of the liberals and the nihilists, respectively. The ideological differences between the two generations, as depicted through the clash between Bazarov and Pavel, constitutes one of the major themes of the novel. It also looks at the inevitability of the generational gap between the sons (Bazarov and Arkady) and their respective fathers, and the futility of trying to reject emotions.
The book is short and has a very simple plot. It opens with Nikolai Petrovich awaiting his son Arkady's return from university, whom he receives accompanied by his friend, Bazarov who aspires to be a country doctor. It soon becomes clear that both youngsters subscribe to the philosophy of nihilism, in which Arkady considers himself to be Bazarovâs âpupilâ. According to them ânihilistâ is: ââHe is a nihilist,â repeated Arkady.
âA nihilist,â said Nikolai Petrovich. âThatâs from the Latin nihil, nothing, so far as I can judge. Therefore, the word denotes a man who ⊠who doesnât recognize anything?â
âSay, rather, who doesnât respect anything,â added Pavel Petrovich and once more busied himself with the butter. âWho approaches everything from a critical point of view,â remarked Arkady.....nihilist is a man who doesnât acknowledge any authorities, who doesnât accept a single principle on faith, no matter how much that principle may be surrounded by respect.â" Frequent clashes ensue, especially between Bazarov and Arkadyâs uncle, Pavel Petrovich, who finds Bazarovâs rejection of principles absolutely loathsome. Their exchanges regarding their philosophical differences were quite interesting to read. I especially found one of their exchanges, in which Bazarov was forced into a corner, quite thought-provoking:
""I see,â interrupted Pavel Petrovich, âI see. Meaning youâre convinced of all this and have decided for yourselves not to do anything serious about anything.â
âAnd weâve decided not to do anything about anything,â Bazarov repeated sombrely.
He had suddenly grown annoyed with himself for having talked so much in front of this lordly gentleman.
âAnd just swear at everything?â
âAnd swear at everything.â
âAnd thatâs called nihilism?â
âAnd thatâs called nihilism,â "
Bazarov rejects any form of emotions, art and philosophy as âromanticismâ and hence just nonsense. Strangely, someone supposedly accepting only cold hard facts had this to say about science: "Iâve already told you that I donât believe in anything. And whatâs this thing called science, science in general? There are sciences as there are trades and vocations. But science in general doesnât exist at all.â" About love and romance: â.... And whatâs all this about the mysterious relationships between a man and a woman? We physiologists know all about these relationships. Just you study the anatomy of the eyeâwhereâs all this enigmatic look, as you call it, come from? Itâs all romanticism, nonsense, rubbish, artinessâŠâ In this quarter, he is brought to his knees by Anna Sargeevna Odintsova, whom they first meet at a ball. Odintsova is a beautiful, self-possessed, intelligent woman, previously acquainted with Arkadyâs parents, that Bazarov ends up falling in love with. According to Bazarov, "If you like a womanâ, he was fond of saying, âthen try and get what you can. If you canât, well, no matter, give her upâthere are plenty of fish in the sea.â but then, â....he found he hadnât the strength to âgive her upâ. His blood was set on fire as soon as he thought about her." He felt disgusted to recognise such romantic feelings in himself. In my opinion, Bazarov is just a very young man gifted with intelligence but afflicted with extreme intellectual arrogance. The characters of both Bazarov and Odintsova are quite well-drawn. Arkady initially comes across as Bazarovâs sidekick, looking up to and almost blindly following his teacher's philosophy. However, as the story progresses, he starts to think for himself. He also starts to see Bazarovâs self-conceit more clearly and moreover why he likes to keep Arkady around: "âLook, mate, I see youâre still bloody silly. We need Sitnikovs. Iâknow what I mean?âI need such cretins. Itâs not for the Gods, in fact, to bake the pots!â
Aha! thought Arkadyâand it was only at this moment that the entire limitless depth of Bazarovâs conceit was revealed to himâSo you and I are the Gods, are we? Thatâs to say, youâre the God and maybe Iâm the cretin?"
One of the things I really liked about this book was how beautifully the father-son relationship from the fatherâs POV was depicted, in the case of Nikolai Petrovich and Arkady. This was Nikolai contemplating the generational gap he was observing between him and his son: "For the first time he was clearly aware of the rift between him and his son. He had a foreboding that with each passing day it would become greater and greater. It turned out that heâd spent days on end one winter in St Petersburg reading away at the latest works of fiction all for nothing; all for nothing had he listened to the conversations of the young men; all for nothing had he been overjoyed when heâd succeeded in inserting his own word into their bubbling talkâŠ..He walked to and fro a great deal, almost to the point of exhaustion, but the sense of peril within him, a kind of searching, indefinite, melancholy disquiet, would not lessen. Oh, how Bazarov would have laughed at him if heâd known what was going on inside him at that moment! Arkady himself would have condemned him. Tears, pointless tears were forming in his eyes, in the eyes of a man of forty-four, an agronomist and landownerâand that was a hundred times worse than playing the cello!"
On the whole, this was a quick and pleasant read featuring interesting characters. My only gripe was not getting to read the internal monologues of characters in typical POV style because of which they felt more distant.
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