Dr. Zhivago just premiered on Broadway. I didn’t see Vladimir Putin at opening night. He could learn much about Russia and himself. TIME magazine published my argument:
After the Soviet Union splintered in 1991, I took a few days off from my job at the White House and visited St. Petersburg, Russia. Strolling through the flaking walls of the Hermitage, I realized that communism’s problem was not failing to keep up with the rising standards of 1980s America. The Soviets could not keep up with the standards of 1917 Russia! In a few days, the musical Doctor Zhivago will roll onto the Broadway stage, just as Vladimir Putin seems to be rolling back the clock on liberty, and Russians worry that their economy is sliding backwards.
I doubt that Mr. Putin will be buying a front-row seat for opening night. For one thing, he appears to prefer judo takedowns and bare-chested bronco riding to torch songs and waltzes. And beyond that, he probably resents that during the Cold War the CIA used Boris Pasternak’s novel to inject subversive ideas into the minds of the Soviet public: subversive ideas like love and exalting individual choice over the state.
The true story of the manuscript’s escape and return to Russia through the work of CIA agents is almost as powerful as the story of the novel’s protagonists, Yuri and Lara. Last year, the CIA revealed that in 1958 Britain’s MI6 funneled a secret package to CIA headquarters. Agents pulled out two rolls of film from the package — photos of Pasternak’s banned text. The CIA quickly funded printing presses and began sneaking the novel into the hands of Russians. Operatives passed out books at the Vatican’s pavilion at the 1958 Brussels World Fair and at the pro-socialist “World Festival of Youth and Students for Peace and Friendship” held in Vienna in 1959. Russian attendees grabbed copies of Doctor Zhivago as if they were rare and coveted Levi jeans.
But that was over 55 years ago. Why does Doctor Zhivago still resonate in Russia? In the novel, the poet and doctor Yuri has been robbed of his title and privilege. But the bigger loss is Russia’s: when the communists trampled on the bourgeois, they also trampled on Russian history and culture. Pasternak had seen the thuggish bureaucrats at the Union of Soviet Composers ban the subversive cadences of Stravinsky and of Rachmaninoff, who fled for Helsinki on an open sled in 1917.
Yuri Zhivago represents the powerful romantic strain in Russian history: the sweeping melodies of Tchaikovsky and the heartbreaking prose and poetry of Pushkin and Tolstoy. To which the Soviet Union and, more recently, Putin’s nationalistic Russia have added, what exactly? Sputnik? A bombastic Olympics opening ceremony? A banning of the punk rock Pussy Riot girl band? There is still greatness in the Russian people — hearty laughs and heaving tears ready to be tapped. But they have been bottled up for 100 years. Take a look at the moving videos of Vladimir Horowitz’s return to Moscow in 1986. Russian music students nearly storm the gates to see the aged maestro who had fled as a wunderkind in 1925, his only money stashed inside his shoes. Tears stream down the cheeks of old people. Not because of Horowitz’s fleet finger work. But because Horowitz’s potent yet delicate touch recalls for them the monumental and long-missed triumphs of Russia’s nineteenth century romantics.
In Doctor Zhivago, Putin might even see himself — and his potential for redemption. In the beginning of the text, Lara’s husband is known as Pasha, who is collegial and searching for truth. Later he shows up morphed into the monstrous and authoritarian Strelnikov. In the musical, after the transformation, he sings a villainous song, No Mercy at All. He had been good, and now he is very bad.
Is Vladimir Putin a reborn Pasha/Strelnikov? After an undistinguished career at the KGB burning documents, he resigned and became a deputy mayor in St. Petersburg. He was a leader of the reformist “Our Home is Russia” party before moving to Moscow to serve Boris Yeltsin. In 1999 he described communism as a “blind alley.” In June 2001, President George W. Bush said he “looked the man in the eye,” and found him to be “trustworthy…I was able to get a sense of his soul.” After 9/11, Putin and Russia helped the U.S. hunt down terrorists. And as U.S. troops were flying to Afghanistan, a White House official told me that Putin’s Russia was “our northern alliance.” That was Putin’s cooperative Pasha period.
Now we move to Putin’s Strelnikov period, where opponents are shot and poisoned with polonium, where nationalist troops in disguise storm across Crimea, and where Putin asks historians why they frown upon Ivan the Terrible and the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact with the Nazis. Surely, Putin is as wily and unpredictable as any literary character.
However, unlike Pasha/Strelnikov, who shoots himself, Putin is not done. Unlike a Broadway musical, he has a third act. And what will it be? With the price of gold and the value of Russian exports sinking, his economy is shaky and the ruble has lost half its value against the U.S. dollar. Putin used to appear shirtless because he was boasting about his physique. Now he might appear bare-chested because he’s had to sell his shirt. President Obama came to office promising a “reset” of Russian-U.S. relations. They did reset – but at a far worse level. Now, it is up to Putin to reset himself. He could do worse than to buy a front row seat for Doctor Zhivago’s opening night on Broadway.