It’s taken me a bit of time to process what I thought and felt about this book. First, it was a surprise to me that I’d never read it. I knew the story, or the basics of it, and have done for years, mostly from familiarity with the various film versions. And perhaps that was part of the problem I had as I listened to this audiobook, so beautifully narrated by Maggie Gyllenhaal.
I thought I knew the story. I thought I understood that Anna and Vronsky were star-crossed, that Karenin was a horrible man, and everyone else was peripheral. But Hollywood tends to strip stories to the bare bone, and often to cater to the lowest common denominator, making a complex novel into a tragic romance. It isn’t, at least not to my way of thinking. It’s awfully sad, but there’s nothing about it that seems surprising now that I have read the whole thing. In fact, my most frequent response to the narrative was “My god these people need medication!”
Anna is a painfully neurotic woman who spends much of her time longing for death. She gets what she says she wants — to leave her husband and live with her lover — and then can’t allow herself to enjoy it. She makes her life and Vronsky’s miserable, and in one final, savage grand gesture, she ensures that he will never be happy again.
I can’t say that I felt sorry for him; for me Vronsky is not a noble or sympathetic character. His treatment of Kitty made me dislike him immediately, and I found him shallow, vain, and fairly obtuse throughout the book. I would say, though, that on a superficial level, Anna and Vronsky deserved each other.
Levin’s story is a good counterpoint to Anna’s. They’re all nerve endings, never able to rest. But Levin is lucky, perhaps because he finds a wife who can help him find contentment and security, or perhaps just because Levin is male. Yes, I’m going to go there. I’m going to poke the novel with my feminist stick because I think it’s important to see Anna’s neuroses in the light of the society in which she had to live.
She was brave enough to make a choice to disengage herself from a loveless marriage, and to live with a lover and their child, a man who professes love for her, but never seems to be able to assure her of that love. (In fairness, the longer Anna spends being ostracized, the harder it becomes to reassure her of anything.) Vronsky is a childish figure, a man who said early on in the book that he intended never to marry even as he is courting a young woman who has every right to assume his interest in her is about marriage. Apart from being closer to Anna’s age, and more physically attractive than her husband, Vronsky really isn’t a step up from Karenin.
Anna could only go so far, only push the boundaries of society to the limits of her own tolerance for being cut out of that society. She relied on an unreliable man to carry her through emotionally. She simply didn’t know how to be her own woman, and no one was willing or able to help her, at least in part because she doesn’t trust their affection. That, more than anything, is Anna’s tragedy. After Anna’s death, it’s telling that there is virtually no mention of her in the next chapters, until we get to Vronsky. It’s as if everyone is relieved she’s gone.
While there is always gossip that swirls around the male characters, they don’t suffer for their shortcomings. Anna’s brother, Stiva, essentially deserts his family to the care of his sister-in-law and her husband, and is considered a grand fellow by all his cronies. Levin’s attempts to be a man of the people, to work shoulder-to-shoulder with his tenants is viewed as an eccentricity that he does eventually grow out of once he finds a way to be who he must be in order to thrive and support two families. People may say snide things about Karenin’s wife, but he’s never cut out of society the way she is.
And Vronsky? Hard to say what’s going on there, but I suspect it’s not nearly as deep as we’d like to believe. Vronsky excites universal sympathy. Poor man, he’s lost so much. We see him going off to war, but my guess is that he will survive, return to Russia, marry and settle down to raise a family, and go into politics. His fling with Anna will become history, a story of how he sowed his oats, but became an upstanding member of society. Anna’s real tragedy is that she will be erased for having made the effort to have an authentic life.
Once I got past my impatience with all the fallout from the social mores, I recognized again how brilliant Tolstoy is at painting his characters, how much of their interior lives he lays bare for us. His understanding of human nature is extraordinary. I’m so glad I finally managed to read Anna Karenina. It was gorgeous and sad, and thought-provoking, a remarkable portrait of life in tsarist Russia, and the social changes that were roiling under the surface of everyday life. Please don’t sell this book short because you know the movies, it’s so much more.