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This book is made unique by Svetlana’s private letters, interviews with Russian relatives and American acquaintances, opened KGB dossiers, and cooperation from her American daughter. It is an interesting subject not heretofore written about with a lesson that life has trajectories, watch where you’re heading. I’m glad I read it. Sullivan fleshes out Svetlana Alliluyeva (nee Svetlana Josifovna Stalina) so the reader comes to know her. The author makes much use of personal correspondence, some of which isn’t particularly important. Given access to it Sullivan seemed loath not to use it. About mid-point Svetlana’s letters are the forward motion of the book. But, that’s a piddling comment. By and large, Sullivan defines the life-arc of Svetlana the wanderer, emerging from a dark place, the daughter of head dungeon master, chasing contentment the rest of her life at her own and other’s expense. There are moments of sunshine but her story doesn’t end happily. The woman’s potential simply melted away like a tablet in water.
A synopsis: Svetlana’s life was a chase after externals—human, religious, and geographical—to find fulfillment. She lived the classic rich kid syndrome albeit with a fine intellect and no drug use. She was emotionally off-balance, pushed and pulled by whims, having no idea of money’s worth until it was gone. She was what Americans used to call a “flibbertigibbet,” with a Slavic tang Despite her cleverness she was extremely impulsive, often a romantic patsy. She wasn’t loved and cherished as people should be except, perhaps, by her first husband (who she divorced after having a child, then moving on) and her final, American-born daughter. She was never an drinker, never a boorish hag, never a seeker of publicity, but on the contrary was warmhearted, honest, charming. She spoke English, French, German, Georgian and Russian. She wrote English well. She taught literature at Moscow University although she ultimately spurned academics. After she defected she burned through a million-and-a-half dollars from U.S. book deals. She gave much of it away and was pathetically swindled out of the bulk of what remained. Meanwhile, the two children she abandoned in Russia resented her leaving and never re-established warm relationships with her. Svetlana was brought to ground by old age: penniless, living in a series of charity houses in England and the United States. By that time she wore second-hand clothes from thrift shops, used a walker, cooked in a communal kitchen . . . sad, sad, sad. Thank goodness for Social Security checks and her youngest daughter, Olga, for whom she sacrificed to send to private schools. In her last interview in an old folks’ home Svetlana said, “Stalin damaged my life.” But disentangling causes of her fate is more complicated than that. There are strands from her father’s influence, her own impetuous and stubborn personality, the emptiness of immigrant disconnection, and the anti-materialism of Soviet culture; all constellated to produce an outcome. As he approaches her end readers will think to themselves, “Oh no. Svetlana, as smart as you are, why did you make those choices?”
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If you could sum up Stalin's Daughter in three words, what would they be?
An excellent biography.
What other book might you compare Stalin's Daughter to and why?
I can think of no comparison to make.
What aspect of Karen Cass’s performance would you have changed?
Having another narrator intirely.
Did you have an extreme reaction to this book? Did it make you laugh or cry?
Poor Svetlana went through so much in her life.
Any additional comments?
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