Review: The Noise of Time by Julian Barnes

I have been recovering from eye surgery for the past few weeks and this is the reason for my lack of posts.  I am slowly getting better and am eager to share reviews of a few fantastic books I have read over the course of the summer.  First up is my review of The Noise of Time by Julian Barnes which, I believe, was eligible for the Man Booker Prize this year.  I am disappointed that it did not make the longlist because it is, in my humble opinion, a true work of literary genius.  The edition I read was published in the U.S. by Knopf.

My Review:
Noise of TimeThis skillfully written and poetic novel, which serves as a fictional biography of the Russian composer Dmitri Shostakovich, is divided into three parts.  The author cleverly chose what, on the surface, appear to be trivial occurrences in the life of the world-renown composer, but on closer examination reveal the soul crushing hold that Despotism and absolute Power had on this creative genius.  The first part of the book is centered around Shostakovich’s nightly ritual of getting dressed and standing by the lift outside his apartment.  While his wife and daughter are safely tucked in bed, the composer stands in the hallway, smoking cigarettes and trying to stay awake for his unusual, nocturnal routine.

It is revealed throughout the course of the first part that Lenin attended a performance of Shostakovich’s opera Lady Macbeth of Mtsensk and hated it.  The next day a bad review which labeled the performance as “muddle instead of music” appeared in Pravda and the composer became terrified that this would not only be the end of his music career but also the end of his existence.  He did not want to be dragged out of bed in the middle of the night and suffer the indignity of being taken to prison in his pajamas.  So he waits for Stalin’s henchmen fully clothed because this was the one and only aspect of the situation he could control.  The first part of the book is absolutely riveting because we never know if or when Shostakovich will be snatched away by Stalin’s thugs and the great composer has a couple of strokes of good luck which factor into the suspense.

The second part of the book is devoted to a conference that Shostakovich is required to attend in the United States.  By this time in his life he is a world famous composer and his music is well-known beyond the borders of the Soviet Union.  But Shostakovich is not only going to the United States to discuss his music but he is also being used as a tool by the Soviet government to promote Communism.  The indignity of delivering speeches which he has not written that extol and praise the virtues of Communism and condemn his beloved Stravinsky make him embarrassed and depressed.  Whenever Shostakovich talks about Power, always written with a capital “P,” and the hold it has over his art and his life my heart broke for the anxiety and mental anguish that this man suffered.  It is nothing short of astonishing that this artist was able to compose beautiful music and keep his family safe while under such intense scrutiny from the highest officials in the Soviet regime.

In the final part of the book Shostakovich suffers towards the end of his life from what he feels is the greatest and deepest blow to his dignity and his self-worth.  Up to this point in his life and career the composer has miraculously been able to avoid becoming a member of the Party.  But those in a position of Power want to exploit Shostakovich’s success once more and make him the Chairman of the Russian Confederation of Composers.  He does everything he can to avoid accepting the title and becoming a member of the party, but in the end Power is too strong for any man to resist, even one who is a famous artist.  Shostakovich tells his son that he only cried twice in his adult life: once when his first wife died and once when he joined The Party.  The last third of the book was the saddest and most difficult to read because Shostakovich is a broken man whose soul has been crushed by Power.

Barnes gives us a glimpse into the internal dialogue and turmoil of this artist and the result is a deeper understanding of the composer’s life under Stalin’s regime.  Even though he had a nice apartment, a car and driver, and world-wide fame, he pays a dear price for all of these things.  Many criticize Shostakovich for not standing up to Power but Barnes, by reconstructing the composer’s innermost thoughts, shows us that dealing with totalitarianism is a complicated matter.   Whenever the composer contemplates refusing the “requests” of government officials, he thinks of his family, “If you saved yourself, you might also save those around you, those you loved.  And since you would do anything in the world to save those you loved, you did anything in the world to save yourself.  And because there was no choice, equally there was no possibility of avoiding moral corruption.”

About the Author:
J BarnesJulian Patrick Barnes is a contemporary English writer of postmodernism in literature. He has been shortlisted three times for the Man Booker Prize— Flaubert’s Parrot (1984), England, England (1998), and Arthur & George (2005), and won the prize for The Sense of an Ending (2011). He has written crime fiction under the pseudonym Dan Kavanagh.

Following an education at the City of London School and Merton College, Oxford, he worked as a lexicographer for the Oxford English Dictionary. Subsequently, he worked as a literary editor and film critic. He now writes full-time. His brother, Jonathan Barnes, is a philosopher specialized in Ancient Philosophy.

He lived in London with his wife, the literary agent Pat Kavanagh, until her death on 20 October 2008.


Filed under British Literature, Literary Fiction

18 responses to “Review: The Noise of Time by Julian Barnes

  1. Sorry to hear about the surgery Melissa, but hope all is well now. I was surprised too that this didn’t get to the shortlist – maybe it wasn’t gimmicky enough…

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  2. Hope you are recovering well and nice to have you back. Wow, what a wonderful review, I don’t think I’ve seen this book about, it really seems to have slipped under the radar. You review it beautifully, what terrible anxiety he must have had, being played like a pawn in that way.

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  3. I hope you’ll be fully recovered soon, Melissa. A very thoughtful review – I’m not a Barnes fan but I’m quite tempted to read this one. It sounds like a sensitive re-imagining of a life lived in exceptionally difficult times. Whenever I read the kind of criticism for those who do not confront power that you mention in your final paragraph I wonder how the critic would have responded under similar circumstances. We’d all like to think we’d behave heroically but none of us can know until we’re tested and most of us, with luck, won’t be in a position to find out.

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    • Thanks so much! It was very frustrating not to read or write reviews! But I am slowly getting better. And that is exactly the point that Barnes is making as far as confronting power. The composer has to also think about his family and his extended circle of friends who would also be in danger.

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  4. Hope you are feeling better and good to hear you are getting back into some reading! I enjoyed The Noise of Time – Barnes has such a unique style and I was surprised that it wasn’t longlisted for the Man Booker Prize too.

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  5. Jonathan

    I’m glad the surgery went ok; at least you can read now.

    Although I have little interest in Shostakovich as such this book looks like an interesting study into how the individual deals with life in a totalitarian state.


    • Thanks for the good wishes. I wasn’t interested in the composer or his music at all when I read the book. But the insights into the Soviet communist regime were fascinating. I would recommend it for that aspect of it more so than his life as a composer.

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  6. Hope you are getting better. Great review. The Sense of an ending by Barnes is a book I fell in love with. I think I would enjoy this one as well

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  7. buriedinprint

    I’m so glad you’ve recovered to the point where you can read again: that’s terrific!

    The only two Julian Barnes novels I’ve read are the books of fictional letters, which I really enjoyed. Since then, I’ve dutifully added anything new to my TBR, but I haven’t gotten back to him yet. I hadn’t registered that this one is about Shostakovich, which sounds particularly interesting: thanks for nudging it up my TBR a little!

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  8. I read Flaubert’s Parrot three decades ago and admired Barnes then for his impressionistic approach to biography. But somehow I never returned tonread his work again. This might be the one to do it! Composers’ lives have an intrinsic fascination, it seems. How do they keep writing in the midst of everything that life brings? And Shostakovich had much to cope with, at cross purposes with art. Initially, I think people felt his music might be too contaminated to be authentic. But performers and listeners have given his music a chance over the years, and it seems that Barnes does the same for Shostakovich himself.

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