European science fiction is a geography
of the genre not many readers in English speaking countries come in contact
with, let alone Eastern European. Yevgeny
Zamyatin’s We, Ivan Yefremov’s Andromeda, and Stanislaw Lem’s oeuvre are known to some, but by in large
Slavic forays into sci-fi, particularly Russian, go untranslated, and therefore
unrecognized (see here). More often leaning toward ideas philosophical
or ideological in nature rather than entertainment or whatever the zeitgeist of
the period happens to be, theirs is the more literary side of the genre. Arkady and Boris Strugatsky’s 1977 Roadside Picnic is one such novel, and
like a similar novel, Lem’s Solaris,
is one of the greatest works of science fiction ever written.
Philosophical and affective, the
Strugatskys capture existential sci-fi in a bottle with Roadside Picnic. Elusively cerebral,
the simple storyline flowers into mind-opening and thought-provoking questions
regarding the fundamentals of reality, the subjectivity of perception, and of
the vast ontological mystery that is existence.
Ideas turning over in the mind long after finishing the final page, that
the storyline presents a wholly human existence without preaching or flaunting is
the testament to the book’s literary qualities.
The story of Roadside Picnic is set in the fictional small town of Harmont
after what is referred to as the Visitation.
Extraterrestrials having briefly come to Earth at six different
locations, of which Harmont is one, left behind are a smattering of strange
objects, liquids, and phenomena that are difficult, even impossible to
explain. The locations called “Zones”,
the UN and other government organizations have swooped in trying to cordon off
the area to prevent looting and protect people from the dangers residing there;
not everyone who enters the Zone exits alive.
Redrick Schuhart is a stalker. One of the few daring enough to enter the
Zone, he is a looter of the mysterious artifacts lying around the eerie,
deceptively peaceful area. Able to
locate empties, so-sos, witches jelly, and other objects and substances and
sell them on the black market at a considerable price, by day he occupies an
assistant’s position at a research institute, making formal, authorized forays
into the Zone. Despite the money, Redrick
is a troubled man. A heavy drinker and
gambler, his time in and around the Zone has taken its toll on his spirit. Full of anxiety, paranoia, and what Sartre
would call nausea, life burns a hole in him.
Mental faculties threatening to snap each time he or his stalker friends
enter the Zone, a complete breakdown is put off one drink and one cigarette at
a time. An interesting parallel to the
narrator of Dostoevsky’s Notes from the
Underground, Redrick’s attempts to cope with existence are as affective as
they are classic.
The premise of the Zone offers a brilliant
opportunity for the exploration of ideas more intellectual in nature, and the
Strugatskys take full advantage. The
cosmological questions, the irrational happenings, the existential dealing with
uncertainties, and the unknown purpose of life are concepts upon which the
novel is built. As a whole humans want
understanding. We want to know the
greater reason for existence—explanations for phenomena otherwise inexplicable,
to personalize the universe and fit it into a nice, easily explainable box. Meaning
assigned by estimate, logic gaps bridged by faith, irrational explanations
proffered to soothe the soul—these are common methods for handling the
unknown. But what of those who don’t
take such steps? Those who wait for a
revelation? Those who refuse to see what
they want to see? Or, those who think
that life is driverless, careering out of control? Redrick capturing this anxiety perfectly, Roadside Picnic is the cream of the
literary crop if relativism and existential questions are your game.
A note regarding writing style. I read the SF Masterworks version translated
by Antonina W. Bouis and found it effectively presented. Redrick’s character one which defies flowery
language, the Strugatskys tell a direct tale that strikes a superb balance
between detail and generalities, with the occasional literary flourish to
enrich the narrative. The setting may
not be described down to the last blade of grass, but what details exist exceed
their surface value. Each of the
characters, scenes, and most importantly, themes, are presented in clear yet prosaic
enough fashion to merit respect. Quickly
but effectively drawn characters—like Gibson: a few words of description, a
short piece of dialogue, and the character is identified.
One of the main ideas of Roadside Picnic is the subjectivity of
perception. It is therefore nice to have
the structure of the book work in parallel.
Broken into six parts, each looks at setting and character from a
different point of view. Whether it’s
temporal, individual, or perspective (first vs. third), the authors match theme
to presentation. Enriching what would
otherwise be a straightforward narrative, the variety enlivens what is in
reality a short book.
In the end, Roadside Picnic is a stellar example of the literary, contemplative
side of science fiction. If relativism
can be said to be an agenda, then the uncertainties of reality are presented by
the Strugatsky brothers to full effect using a trope of science fiction. The people of Harmont trying to cope with
the idea we are not alone in the universe, Redrick’s is an individual story, and
through his plight, mental and physical, readers get a perspective of the value
of existence despite the rocky road. A
very similar book to Gateway
(interestingly published the same year), readers who enjoyed Pohl’s most
celebrated work will want to check out the Strugatsky’s novel. M. John Harrison’s Nova Swing featuring a mysterious Zone where artifacts are sought
in dangerous conditions, fans of the British author may want to see where his idea
originated. And lastly, fans of
Stanislaw Lem or those looking to get a peek into Eastern European science
fiction will want to pick up a copy; the novel is both a stellar parallel and
example of the region’s sci-fi output.
Simple yet intense, short but profound, Roadside Picnic is for the ages.
Roadside Picnic is on my must-read list, just as Tarkovsky's film version, Stalker, is on my must-see list. I've read the Bouis translation of Emtsev and Parnov's 1964 novel, World Soul (Macmillan Best of Soviet SF series, 1978), and it left me with a taste for more Eastern SF. Something about Lem, et al., clicks with me. Perhaps because I'm the first-generation American son of Polish emigres, and a bit of Slavic culture is in my blood, or rather, feels familiar because of my upbringing.
ReplyDeleteI have seen Stalker and think that for as subtle as it is compared to the book, is equally successful. The Strugatskys working with Tarkovsky, the film is simply three men going into the Zone on a scavenging hunt. Interestingly, there is not one ounce of the supernatural. Everything implied, dialogue and cinematography carry the film, and in the end is such a different creation than the novel, each can be appreciated in their own right.
DeleteRegarding the translation, I read the SF Masterworks version which does indeed feature Bouis' work. I note, however, a new translation came available in 2012 (a Rediscovered Classic by Chicago Review Press) and includes an intro by Le Guin. I would be interested in, and perhaps yourself also, checking it out.
And lastly, thanks for the indirect recommendation on World Soul. I've not heard of the authors, but there is indeed some element of Slavic sci-fi that draws me in, also. Getting hold of a book from 1978, well, that will be a challenge in itself. :)
I'e recently ordered, from Amazon, the 1986 Soviet novel Moscow 2042 by Vladimir Voinovich, of literary fame from The Life and Extraordinary Adventures of Private Ivan Chonkin (1969-1975), which I have not read, and The Ivankiad (1976), which was as humorous as it was poignant. One of my hobbies is reading Soviet-era travel literature, so an offshoot has been to read Soviet-era SF literature. It's hard to come by!
DeleteIf the definition of "esoteric" were ever in doubt, I think "Soviet era sci-fi" would right the ship, no? :)
DeleteSo yeah, I've never heard of Voinovich. What's his story? Is he using the power of sf to subvert and deconstruct the Soviet juggernaut, or does he have other pretensions?
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