The Tartar Steppe Paperback – November 1, 2005

This book should be required reading for everyone. it is relatively short and, in a way, an easy read in that it can be read quickly. The monotony the protagonist undergoes can tax the reader. For anyone above a certain age it is not an easy read. That's why it should be required reading for young people. Anyone starting out in life NEEDS to read this book. I will have my own children read it when they get older. While some lit is beautiful and enriching, this is beautiful, enriching, and can improve your life in a practical sense. Must read. A true must read for everyone. I wish I had read it 30 years ago.

Well, I've finished The Tartar Steppe, and it's really an excellent book. I'm glad I discovered it. It's melancholy throughout most of the book, and it may be best suited to a reader around my age, over 40, but younger readers can certainly get a lot out of it too... heck maybe it can even be a wake up call to some. It's very much a book about time, and the cruelty of the passage of time, lost opportunities, squandered moments and squandered years. It's a medium-short book, and a quick read, yet it manages to give the impression of immensity of space and events and long stretches of time.It also manages to be suspenseful and mysterious, and the tone of mystery is sustained effectively throughout. Hence, I won't spoil the narrative, but will confine myself to describing tone, style, impression.As far as the style, tone, I continued to think about it relative to the works of some other authors I admire. Its similarity to Kafka includes the heavy anxiety and the arbitrary swings between hopefullness and despair... it has a lot of reversals, reversals of mood, reversals of the interpretation of events... in that way, it's certainly like Kafka. It's more obsessive and committed to following a single theme than most of Kafka's works, and it's less absurd, but still has it's degree of absurdity, especially as expressed by the the absurd decisions and opinions expressed by the higher command of the army.Relative to Celine, it's pessimistic, but not nearly as pessimistic as Celine, and more sentimental. Celine's pessimism is brutal and uncompromising, Buzzati's is more muted, but still full of dread, and contrasted by the sentimentalism of youth and age. Honestly, though, I imagine Celine would himself have rejected Buzzati as wishy-washy... it's impossible to say for sure... but I resisted judging it that way, and let myself be sentimental and go along with the author's intent.I think it was the end of Chapter Six which cured me of my reservations and skepticism, and made me really feel what the author was after. This is quite early in the thirty chapter book. In it, Buzzati metaphorically describes the passage of life from youthful ambition to the disillusionment of the elders.Meanwhile, the opportunities for noble action are rare, ellusive, and easily lost if not acted on immediately. Words which are contemplated but go unspoken also undermine our hope for a noble, significant life. There's an almost mystical commitment to the idea that, if only the right words had been spoken at the right time, just a moment earlier before some sudden turn of events, things would have turned out quite differently for everyone.

A well written book that keeps your interest despite its rather simple plot. The book is an alegory for a life of opportunities missed while waiting for that "one big event" and as such its principal charachter is sent to an backwater fort on the "northern frontier" and languishes there waiting for the enemy to attack. Problem is, the enemy has never attacked through this region before. He passes up life in general and specific opportunities waiting for the attack that he has convinved himself will eventually come. The ending is pure irony.This book is not for those folks who have a tendancy to rue missed opportunities. It is, however, a good tale for the young and timid.

The Tartar Steppe is ostensibly the story of a soldier posted to a distant fort whose life is wasted in fruitless vigilance for an attack which never comes during his active duty.But it’s more one of the great existentialist allegories of the twentieth century. The soldier, Giovanni Drogo, must first choose between an ordinary life surrounded by family and friends and a life led in pursuit of glory. The allure of gloriously defending the fatherland lures him to where he can no longer empathize with his family and former friends. Nature, that great source of commune for Romantics, is for Drago simply barren cliffs and unscalable mountains.Slowly, his soul accustoms itself to the previously unbearable life of soldiery. There are signs, such as needless and brutal slayings, that Drago is missing by his choices a good answer to the mystery of life. And finally, old age catches up with him and one sees the existentialist theme that death puts an exclamation point on the futility of man’s quest for meaning.Written in Fascist Italy the book, while somber, is anything but depressing. I read it as a critique of what Mussolini’s culture offered to the educated Italian. As such, it finds the various paths of life wanting. But I think the author wanted to say we can think of better, more humane ways of living. I see it less as a critique of man’s existence and more of a critique of what mid-twentieth century Fascism had to offer.But it’s written in terse, allegorical prose that allows for more than one interpretation. For what it’s worth, it’s the favorite novel of public intellectual Nicholas Nassim Taleb (this is how I heard of it.) Highly recommended.