Close Up (Jan-Jun 1930)

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CLOSE UP collar and handkerchief and stretches his hand out for the red flag stuck in the tractor bonnet. Fingers restrain him. ^larfa hfts her apron and lets him tear strips off one of her many petticoats and puts the red flag carefully away in her dress. Finally, the tractor marches forward triumphantly, dragging all the carts of the village behind it, up hill and down hilh overthrowing all the fences, while the villagers cheer. This changes to a vision of Russia covered with tractors and to a flnal close up of Marfa herself driving one, and falling into the arms of the male leader of the village in the best " happy end " tradition. Perhaps it is the attempt to be at once popular (to appeal to the villagers) to treat Russia in a statistical manner, and yet at the same time to have a storv, that has broken The General Line into sequences. I, certainlv, have no quarrel with the sociological import of the him. From a limited experience of village life, no people are so hostile to progress as a rule, as the farmers. But I should have preferred to see The General Line done in a more impersonal manner; not Lapkina, not Fomka, but village after village in mud and waste and superstition, the jeering as the tractor arrived, as it stuck in the swamp, as it triumphantly gathered the harvest. Or else more personal, with" concentration on Lapkina, making her not a svmbol at one moment and a woman at another, as she tends to be actually, but putting the matter more from her point of view and less, therefore, from the statistical. As it is, it is never quite a story nor quite a document. Its very greatness makes it easy to criticise. There are parts of it as sentimental as Dickens. Which is not to say 38