Anna Karenina is actually two stories in one.
The first is about the eponymous heroine - the tragic heroine - Anna,
who is married to the staid, solid Alexei Karenin. Anna doesn't really realise
how small and unfulfilling her life is until she meets Count Vronsky, a dashing
officer in the army.
There is a parallel narrative, one that involves Constantine Levin, an
aristocrat who lives on his country estate.
Levin is an intense, serious man who lives in the country and dislikes
the life of the city. He falls in love with Kitty, who is Anna's sister-in-law,
is rejected at first by her, as she is in love with Vronsky. Eventually, Kitty
accepts Levin, and they find a way to make their marriage work, despite their
differences, and Levin's taciturn nature.
And yet there is so much more in this novel of practically a thousand
pages. In fact, there is too much. There are pages worth of descriptions of
grouse hunts, or grass cutting, and other parts that deal with the local
politics of the 1870s Russia .
Much of it is hard to be interested in from the perspective of the twenty
first century. The novel takes too many detours, contains too many digressions,
is overweight and sprawling.
In many ways it has almost more historical value than literary. The
reader learns a great deal about the lives of the Russian aristocracy, their
obsession with all things French - they even speak French among themselves so
their servants can't understand - and their lives of idleness and decadence.
Yet, when it comes down to it, it is Anna's story that gives the novel
its value. In ways it is almost a feminist novel, we see that when Anna finally
leaves her husband for Vronsky, he, Vronsky, is hardly effected by the scandal,
but it is Anna who suffers, who is rejected by society, who is prevented from
seeing her son.
Anna and Vronsky get what they wanted, and yet learn that this does not
necessarily make them happy. Again, it is Anna who feels the brunt of society's
disapproval, and it is she who falls into a deep depression, and it is her
ending that is especially tragic.
In the other narrative, Levin is a vehicle for many of Tolstoy's own
ruminations and doubts, his own questions about his estate and how it should be
managed, and for his own philosophical questions, about goodness and God and
love. Again, these can get a little repetitive, and Levin's intensity and
seriousness make him a character that is hard to love.
All in all this is a flawed book. It is rich and detailed and
fascinating in parts, but drags all too often, and could have done with a good
editor.
The 2012 film of the novel, is a strange version. The screenplay was
written by Tom Stoppard, a playwright, and this is apparent quite quickly.
The urban scenes that are set in St Petersburg
and in Moscow
contain action that looks like it is taking place on a stage. In many scenes
the actors simply walk off stage, through a door and into another set. There is
little attempt at realism, it is at times dream-like, at others very mannered
and artificial.
For example, in a central scene at the racecourse, Vronsky is taking
part in a horse race, watched by the accumulated Moscow aristocracy. Yet the horses are shown
to be racing on a stage, and the race-goers are all sitting in a theatre,
watching the race and reacting to it as if it were a play.
On the other hand, the scenes that take place in Levin's country estate
are much more realistic, there is no playing around with the setting. There is
a sense that the film is heightening Tolstoy's own country bias, and commenting
on the unnaturalness of aristocratic city life, in contrast with the pure, real
existence of the country.
To its credit, the film looks wonderful. The sets, the costumes, the
landscapes, are all epic and luscious and grand, in keeping with the lives of
the Russian aristocracy.
Many scenes are composed like a paintings, the colours are rich and
deep, the stark white of the winter snow contrasting with the darkness of the
buildings, and the shapes of the people. The various social gatherings are carefully
constructed and choreographed, with all of the luxury of the time.
Yet after reading the novel, the actors chosen to portray the characters
don't really fit. Keira Knightley is too slight and slim to portray Anna, who
is described as full-figured and imposing. Vronsky too is a much more
impressive figure in the novel than Aaron Taylor-Johnson, better known for
starring in Kick Ass.
Least convincing of all is Domhnall Gleason as Levin, another character
who is described as solid, well-built and stocky. Gleason is exactly the
opposite, skinny and slim and not at all physically impressive.
The playing around with the urban scenes is alienating, and makes it
difficult to engage with characters than inhabit such a strange, artificial
world. The visual pleasures of the film almost make up for this flaw, but not
quite. Though at least we don't have to hear about the intricacies of
nineteenth century Russian politics!
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