A GENTLEMAN IN MOSCOW
Imagine incarceration, not in an isolated prison cell but in a bustling Moscow hotel, not for a week or a month but for decades. Such is the fate of Count Alexander Ilyich Rostov, “recipient of the Order of Saint Andrew, member of the Jockey Club, Master of the Hunt,” imprisoned in 1922 for his heritage and for signing his name to what the People’s Commissariat deemed a subversive poem. Thus Amor Towles’ protagonist, the gentleman in Moscow, finds himself under house arrest in the archetypal Metropol, a luxury hotel renowned for its Art Nouveau décor and its early twentieth-century elegance.
Now imagine a novel nearly five hundred pages in length that rarely leaves the confines of the Metropol except when Count Rostov’s imagination takes flight. Imagine, too, a protagonist so charming and a narrative so mesmerizing that every one of those pages brings new intellectual and aesthetic delights. A Gentleman in Moscow is a book to savor. Its multiple themes will linger in any reader’s imagination long after the final page has been turned.
The rise of the proletariat controls Count Rostov’s fate. A Gentleman in Moscow conveys on-going commentary about how communism affects not only Rostov’s confinement arrest but all the Russian people, for decades. Despite the narrowness of Rostov’s individual plight, the panoramic breadth of Russian history sweeps throughout the novel. So does constant commentary about the arts. Rostov, who reads widely, often compares current events to literary situations. I loved Towles’ literary asides, as they reminded me of essays, poems, and novels I read years ago. Should I open War and Peace again? Or reexamine essays by Montaigne?
Russian architecture recurs thematically, too, both inside the Metropol and out, a set of side-bars to pertinent historic events. The Metropol’s interior sets the scenes in motion. At the same time, crumbling buildings and razed edifices underscore the plight of the people who live in Moscow, as do unfortunate restrictions on the visual and acoustical arts. Russian attitudes toward music are crucial to the novel’s trajectory, especially when one of the young hotel residents proves to be a gifted pianist. Her opportunities direct the action of A Gentleman in Moscow’s final chapters and actually dictate the denouement. And then there are the splendors of exquisite cuisine. Because Count Rostov savors epicurean food and wine pairings, a grandiose Metropol restaurant in some ways determines how he endures his captivity.
Early in this stunning tour de force, Towles writes about character, asking “what can a first impression tell us about anyone? Why, no more than a chord can tell us about Beethoven, or a brushstroke about Botticelli. By their very nature, human beings are so capricious, so complex, so delightfully contradictory, that they deserve not only our consideration, but our reconsideration—and our unwavering determination to withhold our judgment until we have engaged with them in every possible setting at every possible hour.” Thus he populates the Metropol with men and women who constantly engage the reader. More important, I think, is the fact that he fills A Gentleman in Moscow with a complex of ideas that deserve reconsideration from every possible angle a reader can bring to bear. It is a book that absorbs the reader at every possible hour, not in a panoramic setting but in a microcosm that images the macrocosmic world. I relished Amor Towles’ first novel, The Rules of Civility; A Gentleman in Moscow is even more astute. – Ann Ronald
Also available by Amor Towles: Rules of Civility; Eve in Hollywood
This was a book club read. It made for great conversation. Good book.
Our book club in Reno will be discussing it this Thursday and I am reviewing it for the March “Clayton Pioneer.” What a fabulous read.
After reading your review, I want to go back and re-read this book. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would from the story itself to the writing to the appreciation of Russian culture.
Hey, Donna. Thanks for checking in. It is a lot of fun seeing how two different reviewers see the same book. My Clayton review won’t be out until next week and then I will put it up on BWS, but Ann and I both loved the book. Ann’s review is much more refined than mine. I loved “A Gentleman in Moscow” so much that I am already planning to reread it. My having spent almost one month in the Soviet Union in the summer of 1960, only six years after Towles’ story ends, caused me to react to the story very differently. I kept a very immature journal (with sketches) of that month and Count Rostov brought back a lot of memories.