Turgenev was unquestionably the most liberal-spirited and unqualifiedly
humane of all the great nineteenth-century Russian novelists, and in Virgin
Soil, the biggest and most ambitious of all his works, he sought to balance
his deep affection for his country and his people with his growing
apprehensions about what their future held in store. At the heart of the
book is the story of a young man and a young woman, torn between love and
politics, who struggle to make headway against the complacency of the
powerful, the inarticulate misery of the powerless, and the stifling
conventions of provincial life. This rich and complex book, at once a love
story, a devastating, and bitterly funny, social satire, and, perhaps most
movingly of all, a heartfelt celebration of the immense beauty of the
Russian countryside, is a tragic masterpiece in which one of the world¹s
finest novelists confronts the enduring question of the place of happiness
in a political world.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev (1818-1883) was born into a wealthy family from
the class of landed gentry and educated at the universities of Moscow and
St. Petersburg. He first made his name with A Sportsman¹s Sketches, a
realistic portrayal of Russian country life that is said to have influenced
Tsar Alexander II to liberate the serfs. In later life, Turgenev lived in
Europe and returned only occasionally to his native country. Among his most
famous works are the novels Fathers and Sons, Rudin, and On the Eve.
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Every class of society, every type of character, every degree of fortune, every phase of manners, passes through his hands; his imagination claims its property equally, in town and country, among rich and poor, among wise people and idiots, dilettanti and peasants, the tragic and the joyous, the probable and the grotesque. He has an eye for all our passions and a deeply sympathetic sense of the wonderful complexity of our souls.
— Henry JamesTurgenev’s Russia is but a canvas on which the incomparable artist of humanity lays his colours and his forms in the great light and free air of the world….All his creations, fortunate and unfortunate, oppressed and oppressors, are human beings, not strange beasts in a menagerie or damned souls knocking themselves out in the stuffy darkness of mystical contradictions. They are human beings, fit to live, fit to suffer, fit to struggle, fit to win, fit to lose, in the endless and inspiring game of pursuing from day to day the ever-receding future.
— Joseph Conrad