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A review of A Dream in Polar Fog from The Bloomsbury Review


If it were just an adventure story, one would not expect A Dream in Polar Fog to have been published by a press with Archipelago’s literary credentials. And indeed, while plot is what drives the book forward, local color gives it depth. Add a dose of historical fiction and the novel lopes briskly along on three legs without the need of a fourth, be it character depth or stylistic complexity. Searching for these will lead one down the wrong path in approaching this book, and one is likely to lose sight of the emotional truth and compassionate understanding that lie at its core.


The story unfolds in the far northeastern corner of Siberia, in the village of Emmyn, where a young Canadian explorer, John MacLennan, has been injured after an attempt to blast free his icebound ship. The ship’s captain appeals to the local Chukchi tribesmen (a people closely related to the Eskimo), who agree to transport MacLennan by dogsled across the tundra to a Russian hospital in exchange for three Winchesters, a box of cartridges, and a two-handed saw. It is the fall of 1910.


There is a good deal of mistrust and chauvinism on both sides, but the helplessness of the Canadian—his hands have been wounded—creates natural points of contact: He cannot eat or drink on his own or unfasten his own trousers in order to urinate. When the travelers are stranded by a blizzard, he becomes so ill with fever and infection that they must call on a local medicine woman to amputate portions of his damaged hands. The ensuing scene is both brutal and riveting as four men hold down the screaming invalid while the old woman washes his wounds in puppy’s blood and applies her knife. With this striking opening, MacLennan’s misfortune—and, in truth, his transformation—have only begun. On returning from their aborted journey, the travelers find that the recent storm has cleared the ice that prevented the ship’s departure. MacLennan’s shipmates have sailed for home, leaving him behind. By 70 pages in, the setting has been prepared for MacLennan’s—and largely through him, our own—intimate journey with the Chukchi people.


The Chukchi, for their part, adopt MacLennan, whom they for some reason call “Sson,” caring for him initially as they would a helpless infant. He moves in with Toko, Toko’s wife Pyl’mau, and their small son, and begins slowly to learn and appreciate Chukchi ways—their language, beliefs, and methods of survival in the often unforgiving environment they call home.


The author announces his ethnographic intent from the very start by footnoting a variety of Chukchi terms: for parts of the home (chottagin, polog), foods (kymgyt), clothing (kamleika, kerker), and animals or tools made from them (yarar, kamuss). Likewise, he explains aspects of Chukchi cosmology. For instance, the “Invisible Land” means Wrangel Island, and “fast ice” forms in shallow water along the coastline. Such direct commentaries peter out (fortunately) within the first 30 pages or so, giving way to the characters’ own observations. Mostly these are MacLennan’s views of the Chukchi, but Rytkheu doesn’t shy away from shifting perspective, sometimes abruptly, in order to allow the Chukchi a reciprocal look at John once in a while.


As MacLennan heals and learns to live with his disability, he comes not only to appreciate his hosts but to respect and love them. With a growing sense of responsibility he assumes the role of a provider, learns t hunt, and takes part in their trade with the outside, their internal rituals, their domestic affairs. He marries and has children. In the ensuing eight years of his life among them, he comes to see the Chukchi more and more as his people and takes a jealous, hostile view of the influence of outsiders.


MacLennan sometimes expresses Rousseauistic attitudes toward the Chukchi, suggesting, for instance, that their existence requires no literacy or books, that theirs is the most sensible way of living, that they are closer to nature and freer and untainted as a result. While he never chooses the outside world over his adopted one—even after a surprising visit from a close family member near the end of the book— these “noble savage” ideas are toned down as his experience with the Chukchi deepens. One can’t help but see irony in the author’s presentation of MacLennan’s simplistically rosy views at times, as when John writes in his journal that the people are uncomplicated but immediately thereafter he is reprimanded by the village elder for not following proper etiquette after his daughter’s birth. What MacLennan comes to prize is not eh Chukchi people as some more or less abstract, idealized good, but the uncomplicated fullness of his own place among them, despite his occasional mistakes and unfulfilled longings.


American readers might be inclined to see the sudden announcement that the Bolsheviks have seized power, in the work’s penultimate chapter, as an ominous note for MacLennan and his adopted people. This would be a mistake. Even if Rytkheu had such thoughts (which is unlikely given the considerable Soviet support for Chukchi culture), he certainly would not have been able to express them in such a direct manner in a book published in 1981 in the USSR. And indeed, the news is delivered by a two-faced American capitalist named Carpenter who is trying to trick MacLennon into leaving Chukotka. He wants free rein to trade (cheat) and gobble up the gold discovered in the streams on Chukchi land. MacLennan keeps Carpenter honest in his business dealings, and the Chukchi have no need for the gold. His ultimate response to the businessman in effect likens socialist doctrines to the absence of personal property among the Chukchi. He has no fear of the Bolshevik’s arrival. This is a perfectly orthodox Soviet message.


But MacLennan does voice concerns for the future. The Chukchi’s fragile, living balance with their environment is under constant threat, and the march of civilization, through trade, exploration, and politics, is having an ever greater effect upon them. MacLennan’s personal journey—his experience of loss and renewal, his gratitude, sense of belonging, love, respect—has fostered in him a keen sense of responsibility for the Chukchi’s continued well-being in the difficult times to come. By the story’s end, this is a sense that one cannot help but share.


Russel Valentino’s essays and translations have appeared in numerous literary journals and book series. He teaches translation studies at the University of Iowa and is publisher of Autumn Hill Books.

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