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"This book offers a startling history of the Chernobyl disaster by Svetlana Alexievich, the winner of the Nobel prize in Literature 2015. On 26 April 1986, at 1.23am, a series of explosions shook the Chernobyl nuclear reactor. Flames lit up the sky and radiation escaped to contaminate the land and poison the people for years to come. While officials tried to hush up the accident, Svetlana Alexievich spent years collecting testimonies from survivors - clean-up workers, residents, firefighters, resettlers, widows, orphans - crafting their voices into a haunting oral history of fear, anger and uncertainty, but also dark humour and love. With a chronicle of the past and a warning for our nuclear future, Chernobyl Prayer shows what it is like to bear witness, and remember in a world that wants you to forget."… (more)
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By sally tarbox on 29 January 2018
Format: Hardcover
In short chapters, Alexievich creates a sort of collage of narratives about the 1986 Chernobyl disaster. Wives of volunteers; the men who undertook the work after the nuclear tragedy; old people,
Immensely powerful, horrifying work, from the terrible deaths and deformities to the criminal lack-of-preparedness and lies by the authorities, as workers are sent out without any equipment, while those in power deliberately minimize any hazards. And the way poverty and misinformation cause a cavalier attitude to the risk, so that contaminated foods are still eaten regardless.
Many compared the emergency action with the war - evacuation, hospitals, soldiers, explosion. For some the War with its immediacy was far worse than this invisible menace. But others feel differently:
"People talk about the war, the war generation, they compare us to them. But those people were happy! They won the war! It gave them a very strong life-impulse, as we say now, it gave them a really strong motivation to survive and keep going. They weren't afraid of anything, they wanted to live, learn , have kids. Whereas us? We're afraid of everything. We're afraid for our children, and for our grandchildren, who don't exist yet...It's a feeling of doom."
Gives a powerful understanding of the situation in Belarus.
What I found especially interesting is the idea, mentioned by many, that they were Soviets, raised in the USSR. When they were told to go, they went. When they were not given what they were promised, they worked anyway. They did their best. They took their certificates and medals. They did not shirk their duties even though they knew something wasn't right. They were easily bribed by seemingly small amounts of money. And for the most part they are not sad--at least, the survivors are not. The widows are angry. Some of those that had power and went with the party line feel extreme guilt. Even the Russians that fled wars in former USSR states are angry that this is the only place they are welcome. And now so much of what was left has been stolen and sold. Sold where? To whom? Will they be able t track this stuff simply be following leukemia or thyroid cancer concentrations?
I do wish that there were more context provided here. A map. Photos. A timeline of what is known. A timeline of symptoms/illnesses to be expected and that have occurred.
I am a little shocked that this sort of work won Alexievich a Nobel Prize in Literature. I can see history, or journalism. I do not even know what all of the categories are. But literature?
This book tells the story through short interviews with different people who experienced
A few powerful themes ran through the book:
1. The deeply personal tragedy of lost spouses, children, lovers, friends, and neighbors.
2. The ineptness, corruptness, and cruelty of the Soviet regime. You pick this up through the various interviews.
3. The ordinary heroism of the young men who went to fight the fire or into the Zone to do what they were ordered to do. You always had a sense that these were good people sent in to help. And, as the reader, you know what danger they were getting into.
4. Link to war. In the late 80's there were still a fair number of people who had lived through the horrors of World War II. The similarities were haunting at times, but what struck me was the fact that these people now had another horror to deal with.
5. The strangeness of this tragedy. It is indirectly pointed out that in war, it is pretty clear that bombs are exploding and guns blazing. Here, there is what seems like an ordinary fire, but otherwise, a peaceful place. In the interviews, you hear people of all walks of life talking about all the details of radiation. It starts to sink in that so many people should not have to know about these kinds of things. Especially tragic was the older farmers who simply could not leave the land and had no where to go even if they wanted to get away from the radiation.
This book is touching.
Some of the most touching and sad testimonies bookended the histories contained here. The first is from Lyudmilla Ignatenko, the widow of Vasily Ignatenko, a firefighter stationed in Pripyat who succumbed to acute radiation poisoning two weeks after the disaster. (If you've watched the HBO miniseries "Chernobyl," you are probably quite familiar with both of these people, as they were prominently featured in the show.) The last testimony is from Valentina Panasevich, the widow of a liquidator who died years after Chernobyl. (Vasily's death was part of the Soviet "official death toll" from Chernobyl; Valentina's husband's death, like thousands of others, were not.) It was obvious that these two women loved their husbands intensely and were completely devastated about their deaths, and to read them speaking about how they adored their spouses was heartrending.
Perhaps some of the most touching testimonies besides these were from the children or their parents. One mother grieves because her child was born severely deformed due to the radiation (agenesis of the vagina, urinary tract, the anus, the left kidney, etc). Another woman is terrified of starting her own family, afraid of what overwhelming problems her children may have due to the mother's exposure to radiation. One liquidator threw away all of his clothing after leaving Chernobyl...but his son wanted to keep his cap, so he allowed his child to have it. The son wore it all of the time, and two years later, the boy was diagnosed with a brain tumor and died. Another boy has cancer and was told that it was because his father worked at Chernobyl before he was born. He states that he loves his father a great deal, even though the reader is well aware that the boy probably will have a quite shortened lifetime.
Highly recommended.
This is an oral history, and Alexievich calls it her attempt to get at the feelings behind the events. It’s harrowing, it’s enlightening about the horrible things that happen alongside acute radiation poisoning, and it’s enlightening about the government response to the fire at the reactor at Chernobyl. Also, I will say that the first story was absolutely the saddest for me. If you can make it past that, it’s not quite as emotionally raw. It’s still harrowing reading though.
Oral histories are a mixed bag for me. I’ve read some that are simply too long and detailed (Live from New York: An Uncensored History of Saturday Night Live), I’ve read bits of some that are too dismaying (I read bits of Elena Poniatowska’s La noche de Tlatelolco in college), but Voices from Chernobyl felt like the right length and the right sort of mix of stories. She collected stories for three years roughly ten years after the fire, and she gets stories about before, during, and looking to the future as people grieve as well as get sick with the effects of radiation exposure. It’s a little about politics, it’s a little about how to live with suffering, it’s a little about science. It’s a very affecting book, and I am eager to find what gets translated into English next.
The author stands back and lets the interviewees tell their stark stories in their own words. There is a concert of voices – beginning with the then
We hear from clean up workers and their spouses now devastated by cancer; from farmers who were told it was safe to harvest and sell their crops while government authorities around them wore radiation-protective gear. We hear of a generation of young men and women whose children are doomed to the most extreme of birth defects.
We hear stories of heroism and stories of a government more concerned about preserving its image than about protecting its people; stockpiles of iodine which were intended to be given to inhabitants to protect their thyroids were never given out. Individuals were told they would have to give up their communist party cards for failing to support the Soviet minimization of the disaster. Belarusian physicists who recognized the magnitude of the disaster were threatened with insane asylums.
And the radioactive contamination will persist for tens of thousands of years to come.
Letting the people tell their stories makes this a non-technical read. It also makes this book emotionally devastating.
It's an important book for anyone in the shadow of a nuclear power plant – and in this day and age that is most of the world. The Chernobyl incident contaminated not only Belarus and other Soviet countries, but much of Europe and even North America. I came away feeling immensely saddened but also much more educated.
We will never know the exact number of those who died, or those who were impacted in the Ukraine. Thirty years later, the sarcophagus built to contain reactor #4, still allows radiation to escape. In fact, before time runs out, there is finally a massive effort to build another arch like edifice around the reactor. Meanwhile, the cracked, unsealed walls contain a soupy radioactive mess of sludge that has the potential to cause more damage than the initial explosion.
On April 26, 1968, during a test to ascertain if there would be enough cooling in the reactor, should it breakdown, all back up systems were shut down. When the radioactive piling rods were stuck, a horrific chain of devastating proportions resulted in an immediate melting of the core. A sudden surge of power during the reactor systems test resulted in permanent damage of reactor #4. Spewing radioactivity into the air, especially in nearby communities, emergency firemen were called to help contain the incredible fire. Rushing to the reactor, with no boots or protective equipment, those who sustained off-the chart radioactive chemicals, and died as a result, are heros. This book tells the story of some of those heros, in particular, the husband of Svetlana Alexievich, who was one of the first on scene.
In addition to shoveling, helicopters were also used to pour boron and sand into the reactor in the hope of staving off increasing levels of radioactive chemicals. Approximately 18-20 miles around the area were closed off, leaving areas still to date, a ghost like nightmare. While we do not know the amount of people impacted, studies do show that approximately 115,00 people were evacuated within 36 hours, and then additional people, perhaps over 200,000 were also evacuated after the initial relocation. Later many thousands were charged with clean up. While some wore apparatus to protect them, many did not.
This book tells the tale of those who were first responders, known as "liquidators" of which 28 were dead withing a few months. Additional workers received inordinate amounts of radiation rem, some as high as over 100 rem.
Loaded with facts, this book is the sad, sad story of ineptitude which immediately impacted, and still continues to impact on children who have a high rate of thyroid cancer. Many children have sustained severe birth defects.
The author does not mince words. The first chapter of the book leaves even the most hardened person to feel compassion for those who gave up their lives so that the reactor could cause less harm than it actually did. In graphic detail we learn what happened to her husband as it took 14 days for him to die a terrible death.
Some refused to leave areas vacated. Hiding in the nearby woods, they returned to what ever they could find. Most homes were shoveled and destroyed. When reading this book, there is no doubt that this is an accident felt round the world, and that much higher levels of control need to be in place if we, as a world, continue to use nuclear energy.
It is estimated that 56 people perished in the immediate aftermath of Chernobyl and that there have been over "4,000 cancer fatalities among people exposed to elevated doses of radiation."
Numbers are indicative, satisfying; they are solid, emboldened entities whose meaning traverses the planet. However, numbers fail us in the riptide of tragedies, of wars. A number of dead soldiers on the T.V. screen doesn't capture a country's, a community's, a family's loss. A number of "related cancer fatalities" doesn't capture a wife's pain as she cares for the husband who obeyed orders and is now trapped in a decaying body. It doesn't sufficiently translate a mother's pain as she dreams vivid dreams of what disfigurement her baby might be brought into the world shouldering because there was nowhere she could run to in order to save what lay in her womb when the safety of an idyl shattered around her.
Numbers don't capture the gravity of the grotesquery, the madness of closed political lips while people go forth unwarned and unprotected in order to prevent panic.
I'm not even sure if there is a language out there that can satisfactorily capture what Chernobyl truly released out into the world; what heartrending reality would envelop those in the immediate areas of Belarus, Russia, and the Ukraine. But Alexievich's Voices speak loud into the abyss.
It's hard to rate a book that truly captures the grit of a disaster, an event. It's like a moment of déjà vu where you're sharply pulled away from yourself and thrust into the heady happenings of a prior time by a scent, a sound, a sight. It becomes more than a styled page. It's evocation at it's most superb; the calling forth of the spirit of a thing, a time, a place, etc.
As much as I was moved by Voices's evocation, as much as my rating is influenced by emotion, I do think it is immensely worthy of praise for its compilation. Its monologues are powerful and mesh well together. Keith Gessen does a solid job at translating Alexievich's original, Tchernobylskaia Molitva and his preface is powerful. The prologue, A Solitary Human Voice is a hard-hitting one two right at the start. And part of you thinks, woah, okay, things are going to settle down now. They don't. This isn't your everything-eventually-gets-better hard candy coating story; this is a compilation of rawness. As Alexievich puts it at the end of her book, these "were ordinary people answering the most important questions."
I think these ordinary people also raise the most important questions, as does Alexievich herself. Because all you can really do at the end of such a book is ask, "why?" Why did this happen, why did we allow this to happen... I was born two years after Chernobyl and by the time I hit high school it was a textbook name to memorize. We'd had another level 7 event in Japan in 2011 so my generation wasn't in the dark concerning the seriousness of such things. We are a generation largely numbed to catastrophe; we're the pick-uppers. Pick up your duty & shoulder it, pick up things to donate, pick up this form-that form, pick yourself up-these things happen. But from Event A to Event B the prevailing thought, for me, is yet again that floating 'why'.
When the inventions of humans end up destroying humans and the world that has been graceful enough to shelter them, what else can you ask? What sense is there to make?
One must question the wisdom of relying at all on nuclear power to support the energy needs of the world. Surely, the skill and competence of those who provide atomic power must always be uneven at best and the consequences of lapses and failures too disastrous to risk.
" ...no one knows what Chernobyl is."
.....Valentina Panasevich, wife of a liquidator.
"I used to think I could understand everything and express everything."
........Svetlana Aleksievich, Author
Almost anything I could say would not do this powerful book
It needs to be read.
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As I read this book, I
I am not sure that they will ever see this, but I wish to thank the author and those whom allowed their stories to be published. You will never be forgotten.
I think a lot of the emotional texture was lost in the translation,
This book was agonising to read, but too important to avoid.
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