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A Different Socialist Realism
Attempts by the Communist Party of the Soviet Union to control
music were in many ways detrimental to the art form. There
was a general decline in standards as, at times, political
affiliation was more important in a prospective conservatoire
applicant than musical ability. The application of the tenets
of socialist realism, if any could be said to exist, had the
effect of an enforced simplification of musical genres which
was at odds with the the form's development. Much of the criticism
that was aimed at composers was arbitrary, in that it resulted
from the inability to properly quantify the meaning of a piece
of instrumental music. At times, there were even calls from
some partisan critics to do away with instrumental forms altogether,
claiming that the very idea of non-vocal music was anti-people.
This, I believe, is symptomatic of the persistent misapplication
of political ideals. Where Marx held that art should reflect
the ideals of community and co-operation, the Party attempted
to enforce art that would not challenge the status quo in
any way. Where Marx dreamed of freedom, the Party supplied
control.
In the case of Shostakovich, it seems that the result may
have been quite the opposite of that intended. Through general
lack of freedom, the control of thought, and destruction of
individual memory, the composer may have found a way to evade
the detection of his dissidence by hiding it in plain sight
of the authorities. The inclusion of meanings external to
musical logic in a piece of music is certainly not without
its antecedents, but Shostakovich may have brought the concept
to a level never considered before. If the assertions of Ian
MacDonald and others about the representative nature of certain
motifs and structures throughout the composer's works have
any validity, then Shostakovich has brought about the most
important development in musical language in the Twentieth
Century. The practice of the representative use of thematic
material, and the manipulation of the meaning of this material
through thematic transformation had existed for some time,
most notably in the works of Wagner. Shostakovich has, however,
extended the realm of this representation to include real
people and events. The art no longer refers to itself and
the meaning that exists within its own confines. It has moved
on to a description and interpretation of a reality that exists
external to the artwork. It has developed into a system of
relationships between signified (that being named) and signifier
(that which names it) that allow for conceptual development
in the manner of spoken or written language, without the necessity
of compromising traditional musical logic.
The opening movement of the Seventh Symphony has been criticised
as a compromise between programme and musical structure, and
also for the repetitive nature of the march section. I do
not agree with such criticisms, and feel that the musical
logic of Shostakovich is undervalued by those who make such
criticism. The lack of thematic clarity in the final movement
has also been criticised by some, but I would regard this
as a technique, rather than a fault. In the overall context
of this work, I feel that the composer has successfully included
a representation and discussion of extra musical relata and
relationships, without compromising the musical interrelationships
that have traditionally comprised musical form. This places
the music of Shostakovich in the realm of socialist realism
in a different manner to that officially desired by the State.
It is a description of the realities of socialism as opposed
to the official version of socialist realism, which was ultimately
just a weapon in the arsenal of mind control utilised by the
Communist dictatorship.
The development of this new application of musical language
has not been completely arbitrary. Had not the composer been
obliged to hide his personal thoughts and feelings from those
who would gladly destroy him, it is possible that he would
never have embarked upon the development of his musical language
in this manner. A temperate climate and a democratic government
might have seen a very different development of the music
of Dmitri Shostakovich. Had he not been exposed to ideas of
socialist realism, which attempted to force concrete meaning
on to abstract structures, he may not have conceived of placing
his thoughts and feelings in musical form in the way in which
he did. Thus it can be asserted, although with qualifications,
that the ideals of communism have given rise to a development,
and advancement, in musical language. Of some relevance, of
course, is the fact that the ideals were deliberately misapplied
by a totalitarian regime, and that this specific musical development
came about as a reaction against this misapplication. Also
there remains the possibility that this inclusion of extra-musical
significance would have been part of Shostakovich's musical
language under any system, and that given different circumstances,
he would simply have expressed different thoughts in his music.
Given an acceptance that the music of Shostakovich does contain
meaning in the way described, there arises the question of
why he chose to say what he did. Was he trying to keep his
real memories of his life intact by encasing them in music?
It is certainly a possibility, as no one in the U.S.S.R. could
rely with any confidence on their own memories of events when
faced with the intimidating power of the official version
of events. Writing down one's thoughts was a dangerous business
at the best of times, and it is possible that Shostakovich
found a method of writing his memories in music, a form in
which the authorities could not establish specific meaning
- therefore making it a safe medium in which to write. Was
his music a form of protest against the times in which he
found himself? Did he deliberately stand forth and denounce
the Communists in music, something which he could not get
away with in a language that they actually understood. There
are numerous anecdotes on the delivery of official speeches
by Shostakovich. He would read what he was told to read, and
sign what he was told to sign. His life depended on it. However
his delivery of such speeches was often described as deadpan',
the material conveyed without the slightest sign of interest
or involvement on his behalf. Such actions were not considered
shameful in the Soviet Union. They were simply political reality.
Many Soviet artists berated Western attitudes about such a
way of acting being lacking in moral courage. Shostakovich
expresses anger in Testimony about American journalists
asking him questions which, if answered, would assure his
death. It is possible that the composer's music was the medium
in which he said what he really believed.
Or was his music, in the end, just a form of self expression,
the anguished cries of a man forced to sit outside his apartment
- waiting to be taken away. Many of his friends and acquaintances
had died at the hands of the authorities, executed or deported
to die in the death camps. The pathos and pain of his music
may have been his only way of expressing what he felt, in
a world where not to smile could mean deportation and death.
His music was an expression of individualism at a time when
such expression was forbidden. It remains as a testimony to
the unhappy times through which he lived, an oeuvre
littered with the tombstones of those he knew, that were murdered
by their brethren and by the state which came into being in
order to set them free. The closing words of Testimony
show the depth of suffering endured by one of the greatest
composers of the Twentieth Century at the hands of those who
ruled and ruined the lives of millions - a personal tragedy
suffered by almost all Soviet citizens during Stalin's time.
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I have thought that my life was replete
with sorrow and that it would be hard to find a more
miserable man. But when I started going over the life
stories of my friends and acquaintances, I was horrified.
Not one of them had an easy or a happy life. Some
came to a terrible end, some died in terrible suffering,
and the lives of many of them could easily be called
more miserable than mine. And that made me even sadder.
I was remembering my friends and all I saw was corpses,
mountains of corpses. (1)
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