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He is a man of solitude. His world is that of the quiet and distilled. Each night, he sits at his desk as the clock strikes midnight. He journeys inward to that bottomless pit of conflict, prompted by memory, in search of an image fused with the imagination in order to reveal truth through character and the creative narrative process. The words become sentences and they are formed. And so it all begins. This was his first attempt and successful completion of a full-length book. His name is Daniel C.A. Christianson.
What a delightful read this was. Sometimes I found that there was nothing happening in the story when suddenly we are brought into the mind of the protagonist D and then everything becomes real and important. In a novel I am always aware that the story is a piece of fiction but this novel was very different. It contains scenes of fiction and non fiction. It is like the author has created a puzzle and asks the reader can they figure out which scenes are real and ones that the author experienced and which scenes are fictional and came from the imagination of D and his creator. The one great mystery of the novel is the character N. She is so mysterious and elusive. She never had a voice of he own. We only see her through the mind and thoughts of D. Whether or not D did indeed love a woman named N is a mystery that I feel the author delights in. The scenes at lake baikal and in kirova part are so heartbreakingly poignant. D longs for N and begs for her return but she never arrives. Could the failure of N to arrive be a symbolic representation of all the times in life when a sense of failure and nothingness exist in our lives? If N was there then D would feel alive and the whole world would seem brighter and with meaning but when N is invisible we often see the world like D does. We see and feel such emptiness. Our world becomes smaller and full of despair. Congratulations Mr. Christianson. When will we see Book 2?
What a delightful read this was. Sometimes I found that there was nothing happening in the story when suddenly we are brought into the mind of the protagonist D and then everything becomes real and important. In a novel I am always aware that the story is a piece of fiction but this novel was very different. It contains scenes of fiction and non fiction. It is like the author has created a puzzle and asks the reader can they figure out which scenes are real and ones that the author experienced and which scenes are fictional and came from the imagination of D and his creator. The one great mystery of the novel is the character N. She is so mysterious and elusive. She never had a voice of he own. We only see her through the mind and thoughts of D. Whether or not D did indeed love a woman named N is a mystery that I feel the author delights in. The scenes at lake baikal and in kirova part are so heartbreakingly poignant. D longs for N and begs for her return but she never arrives. Could the failure of N to arrive be a symbolic representation of all the times in life when a sense of failure and nothingness exist in our lives? If N was there then D would feel alive and the whole world would seem brighter and with meaning but when N is invisible we often see the world like D does. We see and feel such emptiness. Our world becomes smaller and full of despair. Congratulations Mr. Christianson. When will we see Book 2?
I was informed that this book was written by a Scandinavian man who lives in Ireland and writes about Russia. It was quite bizarre in parts and because the author stated in his preface that it contained both fictional and non fictional scenes I found it difficult to decipher what was real and unreal. The story about the memory of N is the one that holds the full narrative together. Christianson said that she was the one who got away. I was convinced when completing the book that N is very much a real life person but now upon further reflection I don't think she is real. I feel this was a deliberate attempt by the author to have her as such a pivotal figure and one whom D loved so very much but the end scene shows that N cannot be a real person as she simply fades away from existence. This shows that she never really existed but such a stylistic tactic used by Christianson makes the reader feel that she could be a real person by how much pain the protagonist goes through and how he feels lost without his N. Ultimately, this novel is a most human one and full of empathy and love. It tugs at the heart of the reader as it hold up a mirror to our own soul. I really loved this book. It was so different than anything I have read before.
I was recommended to read this book earlier in the year but it was only in the last few weeks that I finally got round to reading it. I have had a fascination and deep curiosity for Russia and the Soviet Union since I was a child. I only ever got to visit Leningrad as it was then before the collapse of communism. One of my bucket list wishes is to cross Russia by train along the transsiberian railway from Moscow to Vladivostok just like the author of this novel did although he completed that journey in reverse. I loved reading about siberia and how the magnificence of that region opened up as Christianson showed the reader the taiga forest and lake baikal. I don't know if I will ever make it there now and especially with the ongoing war but to experience such wonders with my own eyes just like the character D did will be something that I will truly cherish. I like how the author weaved a story of love or the brokenness of that once love as the whole country opened up to him from his seat on the train. Many reviewers question whether she is a real person or not. I tend to think that she is not a real and living person but more of a eulogised heroine that was thrust into the soul of his protagonist as a reaction to the Old Russia of creativity when confronted with the modern Russia of terror and war.
What a lovely book, so nostalgic, so full of longing and hope. I cannot say that I have knowledge or understood some of the topics that you referenced but the way that you told the story was so very beautiful. I have known you since you were a boy but I had no idea that you had such a keen interest in and a passion for writing. You should be so proud of what you have achieved. Your father would be so proud of you and this immense accomplishment. My only question is will there be more books? Congratulations Daniel!
I have only completed reading this book recently. I started reading it last December but stopped after a few chapters as I found the material to be quite deep and not exactly what I had been looking for. I also came across this book by complete accident. I was in Zurich Switzerland last November and went to visit the grave of one of my favourite authors, James Joyce. On his grave I saw a copy of this book East to West across Russia: The Long Journey Home by Daniel C.A. Christianson. I opened up the book and saw that the author had written an inscription and gifted his book to whomever would come across it. I didn't take the book with me but a few weeks past and I had become intrigued by that book so I decided to purchase my own copy to read. It was only in the last few months that I have returned to reading this book and I am so happy that I have as it truly comes alive in the centre of the novel at lake baikal. The protagonist falls in love with the natural world of siberia because he cannot get over the love he once had for N. I feel N is a real life person and was the love of D's life. Christianson writes this book as a way to remember and honour his great love. Perhaps I am wrong but what a movie this story would make.
I came across this delightful but rather confusing book in Norway last summer. I was informed that the author is Scandinavian but that he is a very mysterious individual as I have seen no image of him, no media presence, no interviews about East to West. It is as though Christianson does not exist but what does exist is the words to his novel. They are at times rather melancholic but they are deeply riveting. They flow with a passion that I have not come across in fiction before. At the core of this book is the love story of D and N or rather the pining for N by D. We never see or hear from N. She is a ghost like figure who only makes an appearance in the last scene of the book. At times I think she must be a real person and was the inspiration for the author in creating such beautiful words but at other times I feel that she is not real because if she was a real person then surely the author would have given her a full voice and narrative throughout the novel. I came to the conclusion that she is yet another fictional heroine throughout world literature that created a moment, a stirring of emotion in the reader. We all long for an N in our lives but sadly when we return to the real world we see that she has faded away too.
This book was recommended to me last year. I was told that the author is from Scandinavia but lives in Ireland but I don't know if this is true as I have seen no sight of Christianson in Ireland since my arrival here. He seems a most elusive author. It has been stated that this was his first book but his author biography is very vague and refers more to the process and art of writing than it does to the author himself. One thing that I can say for sure is that this is a very well thought out and written book. The author has clearly a deep love for Russia that at times borders on the obsessive but it is very authentic. I do wonder what Christianson would have to say about the current war in Ukraine with Russia as the perpetrator? I agree with other reviewers who said that the character N is not a real life person. I feel that N is symbolic of the unrequited love that he has with the old and classic Russia, what he refers to as Old Rus. N begins to break down under the deep seated contradictions of the Soviet Union and she fades away from the heated cobblestones on Red Square in the modern Russian of aggression, plundering, paranoia and war. D loses his N like Russia has lost its soul.
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