A Gentleman in Moscow: a negative review
by janedotx7
Much as how Trump is a poor man’s idea of a rich man, the titular gentleman of A Gentleman in Moscow is a plebeian’s idea of an aristocrat, and simultaneously, an American’s idea of a Russian.
The premise of the novel is that Count Alexander Ilyich Rostov, unlike most of his aristocratic brethren who were either shot to death or forced to flee, is placed under house arrest in a fancy hotel. It conveniently enables the author, Amor Towles, to insulate his character from any of the consequences one might reasonably expect from being a Russian aristocrat during Stalinist Russia, and to nimbly shirk the burden of doing any of the research someone with no knowledge of Stalinist Russia might be expected to have to do in order to write a convincing book about Stalinist Russia.
I am ignorant of Russian history and culture. Amusingly enough, that is how I can tell Towles did no research. When someone as placidly ignorant as I am can recognize every single Russian cultural reference made, and can even spot the improperly deployed patronymics, nicknames, and surnames, it is certain that Towles has no more knowledge than I–in fact, given how glaringly bad the Russian names are, I’d wager I even know more. (It also enrages me that Towles thought Bulgakov was a poet. I suffered the whole time I was reading The Master and Margarita, and I can tell you that regardless of his other charms, Bulgakov was no poet.)
I would be able to overlook the lack of Russianness if the book itself weren’t so slight and incoherent. Here is an example of what I mean–at the very beginning of the book, the good count bounces up and down on a bed to gauge the key of the bedsprings, apparently G Major. How charming. Surely, he is someone of significant musical talent. But does his musical ability show up again in the novel? No. Towles wrote that scene as a one-off cheap trick. The book is essentially a long string of these, going nowhere.
Towles also likes to interrupt his narrative with pretentious disquisitions like this: “That sense of loss is exactly what we must anticipate, prepare for, and cherish to the last of our days; for it is only our heartbreak that finally refutes all that is ephemeral in love.” This last clause is a lot like saying, “the existence of apples refutes oranges,” or, “red refutes green.” The permanence of heartbreak is not an argument, and neither is the ephemerality of love, and therefore neither concept can refute the other. The effect of all these little verbal missteps is to produce the kind of wince my musician friends get whenever I sing around them.
But I don’t hate this book because it has no plot and no verisimilitude. I have read books with no plot before, and enjoyed them greatly, and if I could mainline crappy fantasy books, I would. The problem with this book is that it has no vision, beyond a nostalgic admiration for the aristocracy. An admiration so un-American, that I wish there were some committee of subversive literature I could report this book to.
Couldn’t agree more and I have to lead a book group on it tomorrow night! Since so many people like this dumb book I probably will not share our opinion for fear of offending those of that mind. FYI, we last discussed a new favorite of mine: The Siege Of Krishnapur. Basically, 3 out of 11 of us really loved it. Of course, myself included. It’s a serious literary group, but not always that sophisticated.
Thanks for the book rec! I’m always on the lookout for more serious literature, as I usually read for escapist purposes. That’s one reason why I found my book club to be a bit of a disappointment. I was like, okay, let’s see what the modern literary world is producing, and all it did was verify my belief that the only actually good books out there were written by dead people.
Right! I go to the Dickens Conference in Santa Cruz each summer for that reason. He, George Eliot, and pre-Victorians are always there for us! But another very literary, newish book, loved by book groups, is A Tale For The a Time Being by Ruth Ozeki. You may already have read it, but if not, check it on Amazon where almost 1,300 people gave it four and a half stars!
J. G. Farrell, who wrote “Siege” is also dead, died young, but at least he won the Mann Booker for that book.
A friend recently loaned this book to me after it became a favourite in her book club..I’m a little uncomfortable about letting her know that I found the novel pretentrious, inaccurate in many instances and peppered with irrelevant similes and references.
In order of irritation:
p.123. Yes, a ghost, thought the Count,as he moved silently down the hall. Like Hamlet’s father running the tamparts of Elsinore after the midnight watch….Or like Akaky Akakievich, that forsaken spirit of Gogol’s who in the wee hours haunted the Kalinkin Bridge in search of his stolen coat…”
p15. Captain Nemo…
p.28. Rather he slightly extended his index finger in a manner reminiscent of that gesture on the Sistine Chapel’s ceiling with which the Prime Mover transmitted the spark of life.
p.29. The Count comparing his situation to those of Edmond Dantes, Cervantes, Napoleon, Robinson Crusoe.
p.82. “Do you really think that silence would suit you?”, Helena would ask.
“Like deafness suited Beethoven.”
p.139. “In fact, if Paris had not been seated next to Helen when he dined in the court of Menelaus, there never would have been a Trojan War.”
A charming rejoinder, no doubt, reflected the Count, from across the years. But where were the Obolenskys and the Minsky-Polotovs now?
With Hector and Achilles.
Are we readers to be impressed by the writer’s seemingly vast knowledge of history and literature? I found these passages and many more, to be jarring and grating, as they did little to create the impression that I was reading about a genuine Russian aristocrat.
Forgot to mention I’m only halfway through the book…
it’s one of the most aggravating books i’ve ever tried to read. kindle tells me i made it 9% of the way before i abandoned the effort. yikes, SO pretentious and desperate to let us know that he has a wikipedia-level awareness of shakespeare. i was not surprised at all when i learned that the author spent 20 years in manhattan as an investment banker before deciding to play the part of an artist. yeesh
Nice work! I was too annoyed to find those pretentious, name dropping passages. They remind me of my 6th grade granddaughter’s creative writing assignment in which she had some 50 cent words like “euphemism” and “accouterments” to use. With little bias I enjoyed her 1,000 word story more! I thought “Moscow” lacked any literary sophistication. The book I think did exhibit that is the , 2011, National Book Award, Salvage The Bones by Jesmyn Ward. I am eager to read her last year’s winner, Sing, Unburied, Sing. Thanks for your (unhappy), close reading.
Thank you,janedotx7!!! I’m enchanted to read your analysis,how right you are-because I (being from Russia)-I HATE this book! The author didn’t bother himself with the homework,didn’t even googled on various events, names,streets,etc.To be honest-I could read only the first 50 pages,-I felt sick with disgust.
What’s interesting, it is that Russian readers are praising the author and happy with narrative-so sad.
Spasibo for the kind words, so glad to see a Russian who hates this book! What is wrong with those other Russian readers though? Do you think they’re just flattered to see a popular book about the country?
It seems that the critics do not understand the idea of a novel is to paint a unique and interesting picture. This book certainly does that. It’s not how true to reality the novel is, but does it create a unique look and feeling. This
book certainly does this. I enjoyed the story very much.
To each their own, but as I mentioned, I found the novel failed to paint any kind of interesting picture. If you’d actually read my review, I say this quite plainly: I do not hate this book because it has no plot and no verisimilitude. I have read books with no plot before, and enjoyed them greatly, and if I could mainline crappy fantasy books, I would. The problem with this book is that it has no vision, beyond a nostalgic admiration for the aristocracy.
“nostalgic admiration for the aristocracy” is so on-point. the book has little (no) examination of why the Bolsehviks were inclined to revolt in the first place. it honestly is just dripping with feelings of victimhood on behalf of the indulgent aristocracy. i rarely quit a book without finishing it but yikes, this did it for me. i guess if you spend 20 years in manhattan as an investment banker and compile enough contacts, you too can wind-up with a NYT bestseller.
Not only does this novel NOT “paint a unique and interesting picture,” Amor Towles embodies the antonymous definition of Andy’s words. This book is pretentious drivel and its author masturbatorial in both his style and content. Towles is smug — that’s the problem with this book.
I agree.It’s a novel after all.I loved it
I’m so happy to read some negative reviews of this book. I am only 50-60 pages in and can hardly stand it, primarily because I find this superficial man so boring and so full of himself. I’m sure my book club will find it marvelous.
RIGHT ON. I just read Kazuo Ishiguro’s “Never Let Me Go” and that was hella good. Maybe give that a try if you need a palate cleanser.
Thank you for the suggestion. I’ll read it.
I quit Rules of Civility one third through. I quit Gentleman after 25 pages. Towles can write, but he is not a novelist. MHO.
Well put. I agree. You might avoid Exit West too. Another of my losses with my book group. It was consistantly well reviewed. Group loved it. I hated it and threw it in the trash after the meeting! These are hard times for the high expectations, discerning reader. Alas.
Cindy, have you ever read this essay? I don’t agree with all of it, but I liked it quite a bit: https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2001/07/a-readers-manifesto/302270/
I think it might resonate with you. I don’t agree with Myers’ takedown of Cormac McCarthy–I like McCarthy a lot, though I do find he misses the mark in spectacularly bad ways sometimes, and he does overwrite, but he hits often and he hits hard. Proulx though…sorry if you like Proulx, but he seemed right on about her and most of the other authors he cites.
Thanks, Jane (?). I hadn’t read it. I got through most of it but it’s late again here, so I stopped after getting to DeLillo. I’m afraid I disagreed strongly with that. White Noise was indeed absurd, but a great satire. I loved the philosophical point about death. But the general message of the article is valid, I think. I’ll mention one of my all time favorites, (and the list is long!), and that’s Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson. The only book I’ve read more than twice. Also, a favorite of mine and most of my book group this year was the ’73 Booker winner, The Siege Of Krishnapur by J.G. Farrell. He used so much humor to tell a story of history based colonial attitudes and trouble in British ruled 19th C. India. It was very deeply touching and often riotously funny.
Sadly, I have to lead the discussion on what can only be called a genre novel at book group tomorrow night : Pachinko :((
Hahah, I suspect Myers is pretty uncharitable. There seems to be a trend of people who have read the authors he trashes who find him a bit harsh. Except I still don’t like Proulx even after I sought out Brokeback Mountain.
Maybe I’ll give DeLillo a try, then. I didn’t like the quotes I’ve seen, but David Foster Wallace thought highly of him.
Thanks for the Farrell recommendation. I’m always on the lookout for funny books!
(And yes, my name is Jane!) (Pleasure to meet you!)
I think all the disgruntled readers in this comment thread should form a book club together. I’m half-serious.
I like it! I’m eager to read The People In The Trees by Hanya Yanagihara. Has anyone?
Wonderful idea. I am just finishing Lincoln in the Bardo – absolutely wonderful. Love to hear what people are reading that they find exceptional, transcendant, full of meaning, beautifully written
I certainly found those attributes to be there in Lincoln In The Bardo. Also loved Salvage The Bones by Jasmyn Ward. Pulitzer winning!
I have recently discovered two wonderful Irish books- written some time ago. The first is Amongst Women By John McGahern. the second is The Heather Blazing by Colm Toibin.
Keep it up, everyone!
I recently read The Goldfinch and enjoyed it, though the ending was…not good. Overall still an enjoyable book though, with good prose and some delightful secondary characters. It has an unrepentant snobbishness in it, and I don’t know if Tartt intended to come off as someone who believes the only good visual art was made by Renaissance-era Dutch painters, but she does. This is probably what a Gentleman in Moscow wanted to be, but failed at.
Also, I have a bunch of other reviews up on this blog, too.
I agree with all of you. Desperately googled “negative’ reviews of this book in hopes of finding ANYONE who agreed with me! I made it to page 117, only by skimming the last 60 pages, because several friends loved it. I agree with exactly how you’ve put it in your review – just no substance, no genuine feeling, no hope of meaning or being shown something that could in any way affect my life (things I want books to have or do). Have you ever read The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy? Now there is a great book. Thanks others for the good suggestions, I am always looking for really really GREAT books. I also read more recently, The Orphan Master’s Son (won the Pulitizer Prize and deservedly) – as real as Gentleman in Moscow is fake.
I couldn’t agree more. The Orphan Master’s Son is utterly superior, not even comparable to AGIM, which is fake, pretentious and implausible
I was so gratified to read your review. I am midway through this pointless and sterile book. I stopped to see what the world thinks, and I read rave after rave online. To me, this book does the opposite of what novels should do. I know less about life with every page. The little the author knows about Russia is worse than knowing nothing. In some books, you hope for the protagonist to pull through. I am hoping for something terrible to happen. Maybe a revolution.
Yeah, there’s something incredibly smug about this book. I guess it’s like intellectual comfort food to a lot of people?
I’m glad to see another clear thinking reader! Thanks for sharing your views. I’m sad to say I just had the same outlier experience with my book group and all the reviews i coukd find except one. And that was my great disappointment with the highly regarded book, Exit West by Mohsin Hamid. It is absurd magical realism applied to the world’s refugee problem. One person at book group said, “I love that he didn’t explain anything. I could just use my imagination.” I thought, “I could have imagined, if not written, a whole better book!” They thought it was fine if they, or the reader, didn’t feel anything about the plight of the characters. Or that, yes, they did, a little. The writing was spare, void of lyricism of any kind. He did add some ridiculous aphorism sounding failed profundities. Thank goodness it was short in length and numbers of words. I really suffered, but since I lead the book group discussion I had to finish.
That’s funny… I had the exact same reaction to Exit West
Exactly! I told my foolish friends who liked it that I felt it is was written by Walt Disney…2 convenient daughters and an adorable trio for the opulent restaurant’s staff! Not to mention a dish of a celebrity actress girlfriend. “Ye Gods!”,
(Music Man)
Sorry I didn’t approve your comment earlier! I must’ve missed it in the “pending” queue.
We are of like minds! Good ones, I think, ha.
Thank you for your review and sanity! I too hate the book and could not stomach more than 5 pages. Boring, shallow and historically incorrect! I remain shocked at the raving reviews it has received.
I also searched multiple reviews for someone who could put into words what I disliked about this book. I found that on your blog and in the replies. I have jotted down the reading suggestions. Looking forward to them. My book club is full of PhDs who like reading books about nothing. Maybe their work is so stressful they want to escape. At my suggestion, we read Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin last year and I thought they would die. They hated it. Zadie Smith came to our city (Columbia, MO) that year for our Unbound Book Festival, and she talked about Baldwin and Giovanni’s Room throughout her keynote. I felt vindicated, but it went over the heads of my bookclub. Sigh . . .
Your note is interesting. If one is an old enough reader, regardless of educational level, I don’t understand being able to read vacuous books. I often go to the Diclens Conference in Santa Cruz, CA, each summer. Many of those educated people simply read Dickens repeatedly. I do find him a wise choice for beauty and not heavy philosophy as, say, The Overstory was for some. But still, my book group did mostly love it. I have recently foresworn what I call the family dysfunction novel. So if my group chooses We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Fowler, which they are considering, I will have to skip that one. And I am the facilitator 100% of the time! I’ll read Barnaby Ridge even though I probably won’t make it to Santa Cruz this year.
Also, my group loves the last two books of Jesmyn Ward. We will do Sing, Unburied, Sing next, and they have largely agreed to read The Sound And The Fury a couple after that. Talk about family dysfunction! But it’s Faulkner!
BTW, I also hated Exit West which had good reviews. Let me know if you have read it, or will, and what you think. It was big. I think The Piano Tuner looks good for sometime soon. Sometimes aesthetes have to stand alone!
Thank god for the internet, eh?
Thankyou for the erudite and clever review. Please may I quote you at a London book club.?
YES and then come back and tell me how they reacted.
Thankyou for the erudite and clever review. Please may I quote you at a London book club.? I wanted to add : i found this book so cliched it made me laugh out loud and then grit my teeth at the sugary overkill. Awful awful awful. How do I follow your blog, you have my greatest respect!
Aw thank you for the kind words!
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Thank you for your brilliant evisceration of AGIM. Here are some of my views.
I was surprised to hear that Mr Towles has a son. The delineation of Nina and Sofia suggested to me that he has never met a child, let along watch one grow up. In the Count’s world, children are distinguishable from adults only in the superiority of their wisdom, insight and patience.
The author’s time spent in high end hotels as an investment banker were of greater explanatory value. How better to imagine life as a life prisoner under the Bolsheviks in a decaying institution on Red Square during the most brutal years of the 20th century?
“A guy gets trapped in a hotel for a long period of time”. Yes, well he’s got the hotel (maybe, although I don’t think his LA., San Francisco, Paris etc experiences quite mirror the fate of those in the Moscow Metropol). But he hasn’t got the guy, nor has he got the trapped business. Maybe he needs to read Brian Keenan’s “An Evil Cradling”?
Most irksome to me was the lack of interiority to the Count himself.
Yes, Towles says he didn’t want to write a book about the gulag, but he claims to have wanted to match the personality of this 19th century aristocrat with the evolution of Soviet life. But the mind of the Count is not made available to us.
He is implausibly content despite his circumstances. We finding him teetering on the edge of suicide with no ideation, but then we are asked to accept his instant restoration to happiness by the old beekeeper and the taste of apple blossom carried from Nizhny Novgorod.
He doesn’t age, so the startling leaps in chronology only work by reference to historical references to the Bolsheviks, Soviets, Stalin etc. Tantalisingly these nods to reality are well written, largely in footnotes, but sometimes to move the story along with respect to his friend Mishka etc.
I realise this is a deliberate technique to emphasise the Count’s isolation not just in the hotel but in his 19th century sensibility. Footnote foolery is something that was pulled off brilliantly by Flann O’Brien in The Third Policeman and Mordecai Richler in Joshua Then and Now. But in AGIM this trick didn’t work for me, or at least Towles took too way too long to surprise me with his magic.
“He is implausibly content despite his circumstances. We finding him teetering on the edge of suicide with no ideation, but then we are asked to accept his instant restoration to happiness by the old beekeeper and the taste of apple blossom carried from Nizhny Novgorod.”
“I realise this is a deliberate technique to emphasise the Count’s isolation not just in the hotel but in his 19th century sensibility.”
Good comments. You hit on a number of other flaws with this terrible book.
“The author’s time spent in high end hotels as an investment banker were of greater explanatory value. How better to imagine life as a life prisoner under the Bolsheviks in a decaying institution on Red Square during the most brutal years of the 20th century?”
lmaooooo bruuutal
Thank you for this review! I cannot believe this pompous book has been receiving such high praise, especially from the critics. Are they blind? Sure, the style in which it was written is entertaining, and I really did not find the book to be boring but that’s about it. I also do not care if there is some intricate plot or not, because a true master of words can create a literary work of good merit whether it is packed with action and twists or it’s just ‘plain’ reflection on some issues important to the author.
But here it seems everything serves just as a backdrop (Russia, its turbulent history, people) so that Towles can put his elaborate lines stuffed with cultural references and names. It really does not matter if the count is Russian, Belgian or Argentinian as he seems just some immature fantasy of what an aristocrat might be like, his nationality being irrelevant. And what irks me a lot is that Towles didn’t bother to do a proper research to write a piece which is so rooted in the history, nor to even try to understand and describe with some plausibility Russian people and the society. If I were Russian, I would be offended with this superficial and shallow representation of my country and its troublesome history.
Ok, no big plot here. But with the main character being the one that witnesses unprecedented tectonic changes of the society and country he lives in, and suffering the loss of his way of life and home, being confined to house arrest (however implausible that may be knowing that he was an aristocrat during Stalin times) one would expect at least some introspective of his mind. The man witnessed two world wars, a revolution, the establishment of an entire new regime and society, yet what is that we know preoccupies him the most?
Oh, how will he now pair a bottle of Bordeaux now that the labels are off the bottles? Or how he has to smuggle some absynthe in order to enjoy bouillabaisse during WWII? I swear when I got to the part with the wine bottles and labels, although I am aware that its purpose was to point out the absurdity and the lack of refinement of the Bolsheviks, I almost started sympathizing with the way they handled aristocrats after coming into power.
It seems to me that Towles didn’t provide us with any of more meaningful or more in-depth insights simply because he had no idea what to say. Nor how to give the characters the depth. They are almost cartoonish. Count? Good! Everyone at the hotel loves him, therefore everyone who loves the count, also good. Therefore, anyone who does not like count is very very bad, like The Bishop.
The main character, is exactly the same as the novel, he may know what wine to pair with what dish or which classical composition is better for a music competition, he may have impeccable appearance and manners, but behind that wall of a cultured man lies an empty space with no real substance.
Sorry for this lengthy comment, but I still cannot believe that THIS piece of crap is considered a modern masterpiece.
Oh, it’s a pleasure to receive lengthy comments. Yeah, I’ve become much more political since I wrote this, and knowing that Russia was a horrible place to be if you were poor, I’m with you. The blithe deference of the hotel staff to the Count is insulting to ordinary people. Towles is just the sort of softly cocooned brat that incites the masses to bringing out the pitchforks.
This is not for Bibe
I am trying without luck to finding comments on the new novel The Mirror and the Light . I would be very interested to know what others have already written about this book . Please connect me to that.
Me too, ditto The Mirror and the Light
I wasn’t able to bring myself to finish Wolf Hall (nothing wrong with the book; I just got really sick of the “he”). This review of The Mirror and the Light is quite interesting though: http://wrongquestions.blogspot.com/2020/03/the-mirror-and-light-by-hilary-mantel.html
After reading all the glowing book reviews, seeing the high ratings on Goodreads and listening to my husband talk about how much he enjoyed this book I was seriously thinking there was something wrong with me. I’m about 80% through, trying to stick with it, but what a slog. I have no idea why so many people love this book. The story has great potential but it is so over-written and filled with convoluted language. I feel like screaming “just get on with the story”. This is the first time I’ve googled to find negative reviews of a book. I’m glad I stumbled upon your excellent review. Thank you for having the courage to write a review that is contrary to most.
I think the people who like the book like it for a bright, cozy vibe. It’s like a wealth fantasy, kinda like watching Crazy Rich Asians and imagining you get to marry into all that glamorous wealth. I can see the draw, but it’s still a bad book. Glad you enjoyed the review!
I’m sooo glad I found this site. I, like Alyce, who posted on 3/24/18, was loaned this book by a friend, and I don’t know quite how to tell her how much I dislike it. And, like many other commentators here, I just could not finish it. At page 139 today I said, enough, and put it down. I thought there was something wrong with me after reading how much the critics loved it. Well, to hell with their rave reviews. I can’t stand it. Yes, it’s beautifully written, but its so bloody boring, so pretentious, so phony and completely without point. Its nothing more than little vignettes of forgetfulness. The Count and all the inhabitants of his stupid hotel are paper cut-outs. No depth, no body, no soul.
I won’t waste more of my valuable time on it.
This reminds me of that lauded movie, The English Patient, which I also hated. But, the book by the same name is one of my all-time favorites. I highly recommend it. It’s nothing like the movie.
I forced myself to finish it since I was in a book club, but I wish I’d given up halfway through.
Thank goodness to stumble upon a few like-minded readers who have a problem with this book! Judging from the rivers of praise on Amazon, Goodreads etc I was beginning to wonder if I had completely lost my judgement as a reader. I have only reached page 89 and feel like I am hacking through dense thickets hoping for a glimpse of plot on the horizon but forever getting entangled in the authors overly mannered style of writing. I’m a writer myself and while I can admire a colossal amount of craft (no wonder he says it takes him 4 years to write a novel !) a lot of it Is just pretentious showing off which should have been edited out, in my view.
Speaking from experience when you do your research as a writer, having Google et al on tap is a mixed blessing. The temptation to incorporate ever more arcane references In pursuit of credibility is strong. I wonder if that is part of the issue with this book. But if anyone has a theory on why so many people are in love with AGIM it would be great to hear.
Anyway, that’s off my chest and good for you all for not falling for the hype!
I would also like to add some personal favourite authors who create authentic imaginary worlds, in case of interest.
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
Hilary Mantel Wolf Hall – (less so the 2nd and 3rd books, for me)
Peter Carey, especially Oscar and Lucinda, Illywhacker
William Boyd
Sebastian Faulks, especially Birdsong
Rose Tremain, Merivel novels
Louis de Bernieres, Corelli’s Mandolin
The God of Small Things has been on my list for a while. I’ll have to check it out, thanks.
As for why people like AGIM, I think it’s probably for purely escapist reasons. They want something cozy and positive, they want to feel rich, they don’t feel like thinking too hard, and they don’t want something with genre tropes like scifi or fantasy.
Yes, having just finished two excellent novels about Stalin’s atrocities in Latvia and Lithoania, and tired of politics, fires, hurricanes, global warming, unrest, pandemic, and wanting something to listen to when I am forcing my body to exercise, I listened to this book. I admit it was a bonbon. But how much do I have to take? Having lived in Eastern Europe, former Soviet Union, I loved the research and detail that went into those other two books and thanked their author for her hard work. It’s a period on which we need much more real enlightenment. But my fatigue may be what drew me to such a Disney-like fantasy about the period. Definitely, also having traveled for business, I saw the author’s expertise mostly in what they serve at high end hotel restaurants. I wonder if the book would have been less popular in a less stressful time. Please don’t judge me for listening to it all the way through and using it as a way to get through my exercise. But let’s all hope people don’t take it as true historical fiction.
Look, there’s nothing wrong with intellectual comfort food. I just spent a couple hours reading “Lassie Comes Home.” I wrote this review because it entertained me to do so, and I truly do not care if other people liked this book or not.
I agree 100+%. This novel by Towles is pure “poshlost” (sheer banality indicating a total lack of culture and taste). It was written by an uninformed author and targets an uninformed audience. For shame!
I was so glad to read your review! A friend recommended this book to me and spoke of it in such glowing terms that I felt I must read it. I expected something like Tolstoy, but was very disappointed. Your description was an excellent rendering of my feelings. In addition, although I felt the writer undoubtedly knew his craft, the writing also felt so ego centered: “I’m a brilliant writer and I will amaze you with every single paragraph I write until you faint with admiration.” This excessive desire to be considered as a genius was a constant and irritating distraction, as was the fawning over the count’s ultra-sophisticated aristocratic superiority in the face of the Bolshevik barbarians surrounding him on all sides. There was no shortage of corrupt, cruel and haughty aristocrats in Russia, and it was in large part because of it that Russia kept serfs all the way into the Twentieth Century. The Bolshevik Revolution was the tipping point of the rebellion against the tremendous cruelty and injustice of that aristocratic system. Yet to read this book one would think odes should be written glorifying such excellence!
Thanks for the comment Raoul! I pretty much agree with everything you said. Towles has a very blinkered view of history and it really shows in his work, probably because he has an incurable case of affluenza.
Thanks very much to Jane and the rest of you for your analyses which put this novel into a true perspective. The only thing I would disagree with are those who say it was well-written. It is florid, pompous and self-regarding. Mr Towles is the cat who got the cream – he’s so pleased with himself. Wow! Look at me! I know lots of things about lots of topics and I can look things up on the internet to attempt to impress those of you out there with my extraordinarily arcane knowledge.
Being knowledgeable about high-end wines and cuisine does not make you a good writer. Neither does writing long, cliched sentences.
I read this book because it was recommended by a friend who thought I’d be interested because, as it happens, I studied Russian at school and university and spent a fair bit of time in East Europe in the Soviet era. It was kind of her to think of me, but I’m afraid my reaction to the book echoes those on this blog, rather than those who, bewilderingly to me, pour praise on this cut-and paste fourth-rate attempt at novel-writing to prove, if only to himself, what a polymath Mr Towles is.
Taste is a very odd thing. We all believe our own is good.
Politics is equally bizarre and bewildering. In my country 17 million people thought that Brexit, a long economic and cultural suicide note, was a jolly good idea. Well, they were wrong. Most will never admit it.
In the US, more than 70 million voted for Trump in November despite the evidence placed in front of them day after day for four long years (you’re lucky – we’re still stuck with Johnson – a Trump tribute act if ever there was one – and his corrupt, mendacious party for God knows how long).
On a brighter closing note, I believe the antidote to Mr Towles’s output is anything written by Mary Lawson, Jhumpa Lahiri and Elizabeth Strout on your side of the Atlantic and anything by Sarah Moss, Penelope Lively and William Trevor on this side.
Remember, I believe my taste is good! Happy reading.
I read The Interpreter of Maladies halfway through the pandemic and loved it. Jhumpa Lahiri is the best.
He isn’t even knowledgeable about wines! Chateauneuf did not create their iconic bottle with the raised logo until 1937 long after the Count searches for it in the cellar. A ten year old could have found that fact in 20 seconds. I reached out to leave a message to Towles on his webpage. He has a snotty message that says, “…A Gentleman in Moscow will not be updated further, so you needn’t send me suggested corrections.” I hadn’t finished the book when I wrote him and had spotted some other details that I questioned but when I read that, I KNEW they were wrong. Clearly he has been inundated with corrections. LOL.
Have been tortuously reading ‘Gentleman’ on my kindle and taken weeks because of falling asleep so quickly. Says it all? But read recently that Duchess of Cornwall loved it. Wonder if our ‘Count’ fitted a stereotype of an aristocrat? Also the ending was spoilt for me in reading in the same article concerning Camilla, that Bill Gates and his wife were both simultaneously reading ‘Gentleman’ from their own copies……….and Bill observed that he was ahead of her……of course he was……so he paused his reading further as a hero was going to come to an unfortunate end………so he may have needed to console his wife. So all through my determined to get to the end….I was waiting………..it never came……unless it was the come uppance of The Bishop……a devoted Stalinist….perhaps some would see him as hero of the convoluted saga………….peppered with ideas of a cosmopolitan sophisticat who knows his Margaux from Andrew Niels Blue Nun.
I have just listened via the well-produced audiobook of this novel’s ill-begotten introduction and first chapter. I can go no further. I put it down and searched online for negative reviews. Fortunately, this page came up immediately. The original review at the top is right on target. In only a few pages, I could hardly believe the self-congratulatory pseudo-sophistication of the writing (and, thus, of the writer, one who hasn’t read his other work is forced to assume).
Just a couple of things that betray him in the short space I’m going to allow this book to inhabit my time: for an American, who attributing words to a Russian character who is clearly not speaking English, to call the hotel’s elevator a “lift” shows right away that he’s aiming for an audience that might mistake pretentious writing for erudition and everyday terminology of every British class for gentility. Then he speaks of a time when aristocrats visited hotels with their “lady’s maid and butler.” Lady’s maid is of course correct, but a butler (the administrator of a household) would be useless in a hotel and insulted to be thus employed. The male equivalent of a lady’s maid is of course a valet, whom said aristocrat would be lost without while travelling.
And on it goes. I wonder if I can get a refund for this audiobook, since I can’t bear the thought of listening to more of it. It makes frankly escapist stuff like Jeffrey Archer’s novels (which at least have characters that one cares about) seem like Tolstoy. For a real portrayal of high society with literary merit, I recommend the Patrick Melrose novels of Edward St-Aubyn. He has restored my faith in the possibilities of contemporary fiction.
Interesting extra criticisms! I missed the butler detail.
The Patrick Melrose novels are modern classics, and deserve to be studied by future scholars of the English language for their outrageous brilliance.
I must say how pleased I am to have found this review and subsequent discussion – not because I hated the book (I didn’t… exactly; certainly not as much as some here), but because I have been mystified by the sheer quantity of pretty-much undiluted praise and adulation to be found elsewhere. I wanted some balance among that avalanche of praise. When I finished the book I had felt strangely unfulfilled, as if my commitment to reading those 460+ pages hadn’t really yielded what it should. Was I missing – indeed had I altogether missed – something that provoked so many reviewers to near ecstasy? In contrast to them I was, let’s say, underwhelmed.
I felt ambivalent about the book. I finished it (phew!) and had found it mildly entertaining at times. But it also had its longueurs where reading became effortful. Also, I found the world of the hotel weirdly isolated and insulated from much of what would have been going on in the wider Soviet Union. OK, I get that this wasn’t what Towles wanted to write about, and we are stuck in the hotel with Rostov, knowing mostly what he knows and seeing what he sees. However, despite that, there were intimations and reminders of the wider context which I found pretty perfunctory and at times patronising. Many things in the book (and not just the overall scenario) stretched the bounds of credibility, and I wondered whether we might think of the book as a clumsy exercise in magical realism.
Oh no, no, I think that’s being far too generous to Towles. This man has absolutely nothing to say.
It seems to me you are looking for an education and Russan history and not a NOVEL
> It seems to me you are looking for an education and Russan history and not a NOVEL
If you’d read the whole thing, you’d see that I explained why AGIM is a bad novel, but I can tell by your punctuation you don’t like finishing things.
I know I’m late to the party here, but I just started this novel and I had to stop halfway through. I’m kind of astonished by all the positive reviews for this book – and had to find at least one person who feels the same – in order to restore some of my faith in humanity. I understand that one must suspend disbelief when consuming fiction, but this is advertised as historical fiction and as such should be somewhat believable. Some of my problems:
1. If the Count were lucky in the beginning of the book, he would have sent to the Gulag for the rest of his life. But the Bolsheviks confining him to a luxury hotel as “punishment” is so far beyond absurd that I’m still wondering why I continued for another 200 pages. Most likely he would have been shot in the head without a second thought.
2. Nine year old Nina has the vocabulary and outlook of a 39 year old, doesn’t seem to want anything to do with the Count as an 18 year old, and as a 20 something basically forces the Count to adopt her daughter. In other words, she entrusted her daughter with an enemy of the state, just so she could search for husband, also an enemy of the state (not a good move to survive in Stalin’s Russia).
3. All the endless descriptions of gourmet food seem really distasteful (no pun intended) when you know that Stalin is killing millions of Ukrainians through a famine he engineered himself.
Nobody who hates this novel is ever too late to the party. You’re correct about everything, John. This book is stupid wealth porn, that’s all.
It is very difficult to get into this period story line from a popular book because the accuracy of the casting is totally ridiculous. There is a Black actor playing a Russian for every white actor . Very difficult to imagine half of the population of Russia being black with dreadlocks. Totally inaccurate and the casting director should have been fired. Casting is everything especially in a period piece. Would you cast English and Scottish actors in Porgy and Bess.