This is truly a beautiful book. A brilliant collection of
photos depict the well-preserved collections of the Russian Tsars in perfect
detail. The interiors of the summer palaces are decorated with the finest
furniture, carpets, and artwork, rivalling Versailles in every way. But there’s
a less positive side to what I see here. Mark Twain once described Russia as a
vast expanse of nothing, and while the magnificence of these treasures should
challenge such a notion, I think it proves it.
When Catherine the Great started building these palaces, she
was really just spending the peoples’ money on them. She was an absolute
monarch, and she could do anything she wanted. Most Russians were serfs and
that made them property, nothing more. Whatever money she spent on her houses
was at the expense of education, so while her magnificent palaces sprang up,
the rest of the country was illiterate and starving. Keep in mind that Britain
was starting the Industrial Revolution, and the German states were making great
advances in science, medicine, and engineering. As for the palaces, they were
(to paraphrase the famous saying by Prince Charles) a “minute diamond on the
face of monstrous carbuncle.”
The Romanov’s summer palaces were indeed full of beautiful
things, every inch a work of great craftsmanship. Furniture and décor mimics
the finest British, Italian, and French masters, with fine china, gilding,
chandeliers, and other bric-a-brac. But there’s nothing in there to celebrate
anything about Russia. The vases depict Chinese people (whom the Romanovs
didn’t like) and the statues are the usual gilded cherubs. Almost nothing in
there depicts Russian folk tales, clothing, or history, except for miniature
paintings of military parades. I expected to see huge paintings the size of a
bus, depicting Alexander Nevsky hacking up the Teutonic Knights. Maybe there
would be one of Peter the Great, standing proudly on the bow of a ship,
bombarding Turkish forts on the Black Sea coast? But no, there was absolutely
no celebration of Russian life or history. Was it modesty? Or were the Tsars
deluded with grandeur?
My research shows that Russia was making strides by the late
1800’s. The army was becoming a more modern fighting force, and the empire was
pushing into the Caucasus. Yet there’s no depiction of that in the palaces.
Russia’s poets and musicians were becoming renowned in Europe, yet there were
no paintings of Pushkin or Tchaikovsky in there. I even read of a Russian
artist named Ivan Billibin who illustrated his country’s folk tales with his
beautiful artwork, influenced by Japanese prints. Yet there was none of his
artwork in the Tsar’s residence. You’d think Russia’s emperors would have been
patrons of the country’s up and coming artists, but they weren’t. Perhaps the
Tsar’s palaces are monuments to how ignorant they were as to what was going on?
There is one thing I really wonder about after reading this
book, and that is why the palaces are so well preserved in the first place.
You’d think the Soviets would have looted everything in there and turned the
buildings into hospices for WWII veterans or something. What I suspect is that
the Soviets were keeping everything intact in case they ever needed to sell it.
Faberge eggs, for instance, were brought to the USA and sold to collectors in
the early 1930’s in order to gain foreign currency, and perhaps Stalin figured
he could always use the rest of the collections to barter with.
This truly is a great book, regardless of how these
monuments came into being. The photographers did an excellent job at capturing
the majesty of these palaces, and the writers describe the artwork perfectly.