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May 1921.  Edie receives a photograph through the post. There is no letter or note with it. There is nothing written on the back of the photograph.  It is a picture of her husband, Francis.  Francis has been missing for four years.  Technically, he has been "missing, believed killed" but that is not something that a young widow can believe.  She hangs on the word 'missing', disbelieving the word killed.  
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As always in Dostoyevsky, the character work is sublime. One is never left wondering what a character is thinking or feeling because Dostoyevsky lays bare their innermost dispositions and temperaments with remarkable clarity.  
  
The war had killed hundreds of thousands.  It had also sent back many men who were not the men who went away.  It was known that there were still unknown numbers unaccounted for, even after accounting for the unknown but definitely dead, who could still be alive, wandering or settled elsewhere for whatever reasons their shattered, or at least altered, psyches might have.
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The first story, ‘A Nasty Business’ follows Ivan Ilyich Pravinsky, a young man recently appointed as a general. With his newfound status, Ivan fancies himself a progressive, priding himself on his humane values—especially in contrast to his colleagues, whom he dismisses as "retrogrades”.
  
With the centenary of the end of the Great War, it was natural that there would be an outflux of novels focussing on it. Scott has taken a different approach in looking not at the war itself – although that is one of the strands in the story – but mostly in its aftermath. "What about the people who survived?" is the question asked.
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One evening, he literally (and drunkenly) stumbles upon a subordinate’s wedding, and decides to enter, boasting his indifference towards class divisions. What unfolds is a hilariously cringe-worthy series of events in which Ivan Ilyich’s supposed humility completely unravels. His drunken antics quickly make him the unwelcome centre of attention. He ruins the wedding, ends up sleeping in the bridal bed, and vomits throughout the night—his noble intentions amounting to nothing but chaos and embarrassment. The brilliance of this story lies in Dostoyevsky's ability to craft situations that leave the reader wincing at Ivan Ilyich’s utter lack of self-awareness. Despite his self-image as a man of the people, his behaviour disrupts the natural social order, revealing the farcical limits of his ‘progressive’ ideals.
  
Edie survived. She worked through the war as most women did, and didn't come out unscathed, but she survived.
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‘The Meek One’, the second story, is longer and written in a more fragmented prose, mirroring the scattered mental state of its narrator, a middle-aged pawnbroker. He opens the story in a state of shock, having just discovered that his young wife has committed suicide minutes before he arrived home. He recounts the events of their troubled relationship, marked by his misguided attempt to ‘save’ her from her dismal family situation by proposing to her.  
  
Another survivor was Harry.  This is Harry's story as much as it is Edie's. Harry was one of three brothers who went off to war: Harry and Bill and Edie's Francis. Harry came back.
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This so-called noble intention, however, only serves to underscore his own emotional ineptitude. In his efforts to make her understand what kind of man he is, he chooses to remain silent in her company, a silence she mirrors, and which breeds mistrust and ill-feeling between them.The Russian skaz narrative style, which mimics the spoken word, works beautifully here to portray the narrator as a bumbling fool, as if he were a schoolchild recounting an incident to an exasperated teacher.
  
By talent and instinct Harry is an artist, a sketcher, a draughtsman.  Now, after the war, he has taken up Francis' field of photography.  He is making a living taken pictures for mothers and sisters and widows: photographs of the battlegrounds and the graves.  Graves for those who know where they are but will never be able to go and lay their own flowers; last known fighting spots or 'believed fallen' spots for those who will never have the closure a headstone provides.  It's a morbid occupation and one that takes Harry back to his own battlegrounds, the places he fought alongside his brothers.
 
  
Harry is also, and has always been, in love with Edie.
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This story of a neglected wife and her clueless husband dispels into a very nihilistic worldview held by our narrator, who has displayed nothing but cowardice and insecurity throughout the tale. To put it lightly, the ending is anything but satisfactory.
  
So, as Scott takes us through Edie's search for a husband the photograph suggests is still alive, and Harry's search for whatever it is he is really looking for, she shepherds us through Flanders and France, across the trenches being reclaimed by farmers and nature, she takes us through the villages that are rebuilding slowly, and those so obliterated that no-one will ever return. She paints a picture of the aftermath.  The forgotten side of war, the what happens after the guns fall silent, not immediately after, but for long slow years after.  There is modern resonance in this. The failure of our recent wars in various places around the globe has not been in not meeting original objectives, but in our never having had a plan for the "after".  You cannot destroy a place and then walk away.  Except we do. Time and time again. We talk about battles and war as if they were football matches, where at the end you look at the score, determine the winner and loser and everyone goes home and gets on with life, when the fact is that the life people have to get on with, is never the one they left behind. Ever. And there often isn't a home to go back to.
 
  
''The Photographer of the Lost'' isn't a war story; it's a love story. Or perhaps more properly a "loves" story. There are several loves at stake here, and a subtle questioning of what love is and where it strays into duty, and what one should do when that happens.  
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The titular story, ‘White Nights’, is my favourite. The unnamed narrator, a dreamy and lonely young man, stumbles upon Nastenka one wintry night. She appears vulnerable, crying in the street, and he feels compelled to speak to her. Even the fact that he learns her name, while she never asks for his, speaks volumes about the dynamics between them. He is helplessly drawn to her; she simply hosts his kindness.  
  
The tale is told through Edie and Harry.  Edie is resolutely in the present of 1921, with only random memories informing us of her backstory.  Harry's tale flips between the war years and the after years, giving us not just his story but as much as he knows of Francis' as well.  It is clear that he knows more than Edie does of what happened, but even he does not have the whole story.
 
  
It is an intriguing story and a surprisingly uplifting one, speaking as it does more than anything else of human resilience. There is all the horror and suffering that we'd need to see given the setting, and more of the grit-&-grimness of shattered places but the greater focus is on the black humour of the fighting men and the getting-on-with-it trying-to-make-it-a-bit-more-rightness of those who survived – whether they went home or not.
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The two decide to get to know one another over the course of several nights, sharing the stories of their lives. Our narrator speaks first, lamenting the isolation that has defined his existence: "And in vain does the dreamer rake through his old dreams, as if they were ashes, searching in these ashes for at least some little spark, in order to fan it into flames…” His poetic outpourings could easily come off as self-pitying, but Dostoyevsky’s beautiful imagery and turns of phrase make them captivating. The narrator is a typical eccentric, romantic type—driven by a "morbidly excited imagination." His aloof sincerity charms Nastenka, who seems, at best, entertained by his flights of fancy.
  
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If this has got you thinking about what happens after wars are over and you want to read more then we can do no better that to point you to Pat Barker's brilliantly sensitive novels. [[Regeneration by Pat Barker]]
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Nastenka, however, is just as lonely as our narrator. She reveals that for the past year she has been bound to her blind grandmother’s clothes as punishment for mischief. She had little social life, except for a young lodger with whom she developed a slow-burning romance. The day she meets our hero is the day she has been waiting for—the day of her lover’s return from Moscow. Our narrator, besotted with Nastenka, agrees to help her reunite with her lost love, despite his growing feelings for her.
  
  
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Over the course of four nights, their friendship deepens, blossoming into love. There’s a beautiful symmetry in Dostoyevsky’s portrayal of Nastenka’s world: her blind grandmother, deaf maid, and mute, lame previous lodger—all incapable of fully engaging with life. In contrast, our hero, so acutely attuned to the world through his sensitivity and emotion, seems like an irresistible force of change in her life.
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Eventually, our hero can bear it no longer: he confesses his love and after some consideration, Nastenka reciprocates, both lonely souls now bound to each other. Their brief moment of mutual affection is portrayed as a delicate dance, their emotions rippling between them through subtle gestures—a squeeze of the hand, a tear welling up, a sharp intake of breath. But this dance is interrupted by the return of Nastenka’s former lover. She ultimately chooses the life she had dreamed of before meeting our hero, leaving him to retreat once again into his solitary existence.
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Category: Anthologies, Literary Fiction
Rating: 5/5
Reviewer: Heather Magee
Reviewed by Heather Magee
Summary: This collection of three short stories by Dostoyevsky was a delight. The psychological depth of the characters, the ‘skaz’ narrative style and the wonderful moments of humour all make this collection an immensely entertaining read.
Buy? Yes Borrow? Yes
Pages: 240 Date: February 2023
Publisher: Penguin Classics
External links: Author's website
ISBN: 978-0241619780

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As always in Dostoyevsky, the character work is sublime. One is never left wondering what a character is thinking or feeling because Dostoyevsky lays bare their innermost dispositions and temperaments with remarkable clarity.

The first story, ‘A Nasty Business’ follows Ivan Ilyich Pravinsky, a young man recently appointed as a general. With his newfound status, Ivan fancies himself a progressive, priding himself on his humane values—especially in contrast to his colleagues, whom he dismisses as "retrogrades”.

One evening, he literally (and drunkenly) stumbles upon a subordinate’s wedding, and decides to enter, boasting his indifference towards class divisions. What unfolds is a hilariously cringe-worthy series of events in which Ivan Ilyich’s supposed humility completely unravels. His drunken antics quickly make him the unwelcome centre of attention. He ruins the wedding, ends up sleeping in the bridal bed, and vomits throughout the night—his noble intentions amounting to nothing but chaos and embarrassment. The brilliance of this story lies in Dostoyevsky's ability to craft situations that leave the reader wincing at Ivan Ilyich’s utter lack of self-awareness. Despite his self-image as a man of the people, his behaviour disrupts the natural social order, revealing the farcical limits of his ‘progressive’ ideals.

‘The Meek One’, the second story, is longer and written in a more fragmented prose, mirroring the scattered mental state of its narrator, a middle-aged pawnbroker. He opens the story in a state of shock, having just discovered that his young wife has committed suicide minutes before he arrived home. He recounts the events of their troubled relationship, marked by his misguided attempt to ‘save’ her from her dismal family situation by proposing to her.

This so-called noble intention, however, only serves to underscore his own emotional ineptitude. In his efforts to make her understand what kind of man he is, he chooses to remain silent in her company, a silence she mirrors, and which breeds mistrust and ill-feeling between them.The Russian skaz narrative style, which mimics the spoken word, works beautifully here to portray the narrator as a bumbling fool, as if he were a schoolchild recounting an incident to an exasperated teacher.


This story of a neglected wife and her clueless husband dispels into a very nihilistic worldview held by our narrator, who has displayed nothing but cowardice and insecurity throughout the tale. To put it lightly, the ending is anything but satisfactory.


The titular story, ‘White Nights’, is my favourite. The unnamed narrator, a dreamy and lonely young man, stumbles upon Nastenka one wintry night. She appears vulnerable, crying in the street, and he feels compelled to speak to her. Even the fact that he learns her name, while she never asks for his, speaks volumes about the dynamics between them. He is helplessly drawn to her; she simply hosts his kindness.


The two decide to get to know one another over the course of several nights, sharing the stories of their lives. Our narrator speaks first, lamenting the isolation that has defined his existence: "And in vain does the dreamer rake through his old dreams, as if they were ashes, searching in these ashes for at least some little spark, in order to fan it into flames…” His poetic outpourings could easily come off as self-pitying, but Dostoyevsky’s beautiful imagery and turns of phrase make them captivating. The narrator is a typical eccentric, romantic type—driven by a "morbidly excited imagination." His aloof sincerity charms Nastenka, who seems, at best, entertained by his flights of fancy.


Nastenka, however, is just as lonely as our narrator. She reveals that for the past year she has been bound to her blind grandmother’s clothes as punishment for mischief. She had little social life, except for a young lodger with whom she developed a slow-burning romance. The day she meets our hero is the day she has been waiting for—the day of her lover’s return from Moscow. Our narrator, besotted with Nastenka, agrees to help her reunite with her lost love, despite his growing feelings for her.


Over the course of four nights, their friendship deepens, blossoming into love. There’s a beautiful symmetry in Dostoyevsky’s portrayal of Nastenka’s world: her blind grandmother, deaf maid, and mute, lame previous lodger—all incapable of fully engaging with life. In contrast, our hero, so acutely attuned to the world through his sensitivity and emotion, seems like an irresistible force of change in her life.


Eventually, our hero can bear it no longer: he confesses his love and after some consideration, Nastenka reciprocates, both lonely souls now bound to each other. Their brief moment of mutual affection is portrayed as a delicate dance, their emotions rippling between them through subtle gestures—a squeeze of the hand, a tear welling up, a sharp intake of breath. But this dance is interrupted by the return of Nastenka’s former lover. She ultimately chooses the life she had dreamed of before meeting our hero, leaving him to retreat once again into his solitary existence.


Nastenka remains an ambiguous figure. Is she a selfish soul, carelessly toying with our narrator's feelings? Or is she, like him, simply lonely and desperate, swept up by the kindness of a stranger? Her letter to the narrator after she becomes engaged, inviting him to her wedding, is thoughtless and almost cruel. It’s hard not to side with our hapless hero as he is left with nothing but his shattered dreams.

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