FORGOTTENNESS

A melancholy tribute to an early champion of Ukrainian independence.

This novel by veteran author Maljartschuk alternates between the first-person narration of a present-day Ukrainian scholar and third-person history about Viacheslav Lypynskyi (1882-1931), a forceful advocate for Ukrainian statehood. It was a difficult case to make, with Russia claiming the region for itself and many Poles arguing that Ukrainians weren’t ethnically distinct. But Lypynskyi, along with a handful of fellow writers and coffee-house revolutionaries, spearheaded a passionate defense of Ukrainian identity—he wrote the first Ukrainian almanac—even if few rushed to join in. (“The Ukrainian community is a flock of naïve sheep ruled by wolves,” one man observes.) Meanwhile, the narrator develops a passion for Ukrainian literature and becomes a writer herself, discovering Lypynskyi’s story when she uncovers his obituary in an old newspaper. Maljartschuk parallels the woman’s illnesses and failed romances with Lypynskyi’s own poor health, unhappy marriage, and exile in Vienna. “The world had ceased to be a place where one could be sure of oneself,” she observes for both of them. Maljartschuk’s story is of course relevant in 2023, and she is expert at merging history and metaphor (whales and mythical figures are woven into the story); the fragmentary approach echoes Olga Tokarczuk’s sober fictions of eastern Europe. But the story is often sluggish, relating the two protagonists’ experiences in a sometimes stiff translation. Lypynskyi was a complicated figure, a stubborn monarchist who alienated his colleagues and was prone to pomposity. (“Not a single voice stood in my defense when the froth that now grows into moss on the wreckage and spreads befell me.”) That makes him hard to get a fix on. Maljartschuk has chronicled the ferment of the independence movement and its legacy, but the storytelling’s digressiveness and mood sap its force.

An earnest if opaque journey into a country’s troubled past.