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"A magisterial, richly detailed history of the Kremlin, and of the centuries of Russian elites who have shaped it--and been shaped by it in turnThe Kremlin is the heart of the Russian state, a fortress whose blood-red walls have witnessed more than eight hundred years of political drama and extraordinary violence. It has been the seat of a priestly monarchy and a worldly church; it has served as a crossroads for diplomacy, trade, and espionage; it has survived earthquakes, devastating fires, and at least three revolutions. Its very name is a byword for enduring power. From Ivan the Terrible to Vladimir Putin, generations of Russian leaders have sought to use the Kremlin to legitimize their vision of statehood.Drawing on a dazzling array of sources from hitherto unseen archives and rare collections, renowned historian Catherine Merridale traces the full history of this enigmatic fortress. The Kremlin has inspired innumerable myths, but no invented tales could be more dramatic than the operatic successions and savage betrayals that took place within its vast compound of palaces and cathedrals. Today, its sumptuous golden crosses and huge electric red stars blaze side by side as the Kremlin fulfills its centuries-old role, linking the country's recent history to its distant past and proclaiming the eternal continuity of the Russian state.More than an absorbing history of Russia's most famous landmark, Red Fortress uses the Kremlin as a unique lens, bringing into focus the evolution of Russia's culture and the meaning of its politics"--… (more)
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In Red Fortress, Catherine Merridale takes us on a tour through the history of the Moscow Kremlin and Russia, and what a tale it makes. At times it borders on Shakespearean tragedy. At other times, it's filled with the political scheming and blood thirsty savagery of Game of Thrones. Inside the walls have existed a succession of Orthodox churches, walls sheathed in golden icons celebrating the piety of the Russian saints and tsars testifying to their right to rule Russia. Outside of the walls was a city teaming with commerce and trade looking towards those walls for safety and command, but sometimes what they saw were the spiked heads and gibbeted bodies of traitors, or those suspected of treason, or those who just annoyed the tsar.
Built originally as protection against marauders, the Moscow Kremlin's basic size and shape was established in medieval times (although settlement there goes back thousands of years). It existed as a refuge for the noble (i.e. rich) families that ruled the city. The seat of national power lay elsewhere. Russia was a vassal state of the Mongol empire when the Russian nobility moved first from Kiev to Vladimir and finally to Moscow. The Kremlin came to house the ruling families and the Orthodox church in Russia.
Religion plays an important role in the shaping of Russia. The church could reach farther into the lives of the ordinary citizens than the secular authorities could ever hope to do. A close association between the church and the tsars was beneficial to both. For the church, it provided wealth and power. For the tsar, it brought legitimacy and a bond with his subjects.
The ambitious church leaders sought to make Russia the new seat of the Orthodox religion when Byzantium fell to the Turks in the fifteenth century. Moscow was to become the third Rome, the home of the true Christian religion set in counterbalance to the apostasy of the Catholic church in Rome. This lead to the marriage of Ivan III (Ivan the Great) to Sophia Paleologia, the niece of the last emperor of Byzantium. Their marriage cemented the role of the Russian church and nation as the continuation of the Byzantine empire and the true faith.
Sophia had grown up in Rome after her father fled the conquering Turks. But more importantly, she had grown up in Renaissance Italy. She brought with her to Moscow a love of Italian architecture, and, more importantly, actual Italian architects.
Moscow was a city of wood in a land of long, cold winters that dried the wood and made it a tinder box frequently ravaged by fire. The Italians brought stone and brick and slowly began to reshape the Kremlin. Beginning with Ivan III, the Kremlin became a show place of architecture and art, an ever changing carnival of palaces and churches which grew and aged with each successive tsar. It pulsed with life, continually renewing itself. Absorbing or destroying the old and establishing the new. It was a palimpsest-painted, erased and reused over and over-each time remade to glorify the power of the Tsar, the Church and Russia.
By the twentieth century, the Kremlin bore little resemblance to its medieval forebear, and yet it represented the changeless antiquity of church and state. Like the old joke about the hatchet that belonged to George Washington-it's head was replaced twice and its handle three times, but it had always occupied the same space-the Kremlin was the eternal embodiment of Russia-a symbol of the land and its people. Even before revolution swept away the tsars, historians and art collectors were campaigning to convert it into a museum.
Lenin and the Bolsheviks took over the Kremlin after the revolution. In a land torn by civil war, it offered some semblance of safety and security. Its walls and gates (damaged in the revolution) offered protection (and more than a little comfort) from the Whites and their sympathizers. When the Orthodox church asked to remove the body of the founder of the Chudov Monastery from his resting place in the Kremlin, Lenin denied the request and required that the coffin be opened and the remains examined to prove that the bodies of the saints were not incorruptible, that they were mere mortals. The irony is that with Lenin's death, his body was embalmed and put on permanent exhibit as if to show that he was incorruptible. What the churched claimed for its saints, but could not display was child's play to scientific socialism. Who was the true saint now?
By the end of the Soviet Union, the Kremlin was no longer the true seat of power. Krushchev, Brezhnev and later Gorbachev all used the Communist Party Headquarters (which lay outside the Kremlin walls) as their main office. Yet the Kremlin remained an iconic image of state power. When Gorbachev needed an office from which to address the Russians and the world, he had a fake one constructed in a television studio within the Kremlin. The richly panelled office contained banks of telephones as if to show that this was the nexus of the state, that Gorbachev was plugged into everything. Ironically the phones were plugged into nothing. They were mere stage props. Such was the power of the Kremlin. Its history gives weight to anything connected with it.
Ms. Merridale has written a sprawling epic history of Russia using the Kremlin as her central focus. Vivid and fast paced, the book zooms through nearly a thousand years of history, stopping to admire the art and architecture along the way. Red Fortress is an engaging book well worth your time whether you are well versed in Russian history, or a novice seeing the land for the first time.
Given the scope of the timeline, some knowledge of Russian history is recommended - there are several references to events, concepts or people that are made once and not heavily elaborated upon. A reader who already has at least some grasp of these ideas should not have any problems with the references, while a reader who does not will be confused. Considering the building, its history, and the character of numerous Russian governments, gaps and shortfalls due to fires, government coverups, theft and long periods of neglect are inevitable.
The later emphasis on certain schools of art and architecture was somewhat distracting and raised the question of whether the book was intended as a history of the Kremlin building proper, or a history with an art and architecture study tacked on at the end. I do not know why this was done, but it seemed to drag the story out a bit towards the end.
Seeing the way the Kremlin is built and how it will eventually destroy itself by the Law of Gravity, a leader named Ivan seeks alliance through wedlock in the mid-1450s, with the niece of the deposed Emperor of the Byzantine Empire.
The bride is brough in a caravan of one hundred wagons. Coming along is a famous Italian Architect who teaches how to build with a ruler and a compas. Russians believe he is a sorcerer. He can never leave Russia.
The Orthodox church splits from Rome.
Moscovy has long become independent from the Khans of the Golden Horde.
All these event are brought to you by Merridale with a wide knowledge of all the cultures, religious feelings and the participants. She brings this Kremlin to life with great authority and it reads like a novel. You can feel and even smell the Kremlin through the ages. It is therefore a tumultuous meditation that reminds the reader that the Tarpeian rock is never far from this seat of power though the Russian State and its people show continuity and resilience.
Providing truly incredible amounts of detail about the rulers, architects,
Merridale's bias towards archival preservation - the author's frustration at the destruction of historical buildings, the loss of priceless artifacts and records - while agreeably a lamentable loss of knowledge and insight into historical culture - nearly forgets that the Kremlin's constant witness to Russian history while holding close to its mysteries is what makes the site such a fascinating subject in the first place. The book reveals - despite the author's castigation of a recurring lack of respect for existing structures - how each era's rulers have pursued their own needs, designs, and purposes for this symbol of Russian power.
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