(Originally published in the Denver Post)
Desperate Times in Central Asia
Desperate Times in Central Asia
By Dylan Foley
“The worst feeling is when you are robbed
by a cop,” says the writer Tom Bissell of his experiences as a Peace Corps
volunteer in Uzbekistan in 1996. “It would usually start with a negotiation on
how big the fine was. Once a cop reached into my wallet, grabbed a big wad of
the local currency and said, ‘This is your fine.’”
The chaos, insanity and crime of
post-Soviet Central Asia infuses Bissell's vivid debut story collection, “God
Lives in St. Petersburg” (Pantheon, $20). The book is full of tales of isolated
Americans acting badly from Kyrgyzstan to Afghanistan. In a sense, the stories
are a twisted, gallows-humor version of Mark Twain’s “Innocents Abroad.”
Culture clashes are a given, and for some characters like the callow war
photographer and an unfaithful and depressed missionary, events turn deadly.
Bissell’s own experience in the Peace Corps
was a disaster. “I had a nervous collapse,” he says from his Lower Manhattan
apartment where an observer can see a sliver of Ground Zero. "At the time,
quitting the program after seven months was humiliating and mortifying, but I
am really glad that I got things out of the way. Failing at something when you
didn’t expect to early in life is pretty helpful, as is seeing a part of the
world that is filled with suffering, just plain flat-out suffering.”
The 31-year-old Bissell, a contributing
editor at Harper’s Magazine and writer for McSweeney’s, eventually went back to
Central Asia, and wrote the 2003 travel book “Chasing the Sea: Lost Among the
Ghosts of Empire in Central Asia,” which chronicled his visit to the Aral Sea,
the most polluted body of water in the world, a toxic gift from the old Soviet
Union.
It was Central Asia that also formed
Bissell’s fiction. “I wrote four novels in the past 12 years,” he says. “I
didn’t really feel that I was saying anything different than any number of
writers. It wasn’t until I came back in 1996 that I started writing these
stories. I felt like I was writing stories that I hadn’t read.”
Isolation and loneliness are the primary
themes. “That was one of the mainline of emotion that these stories hit, that
sense of feeling totally alone in a place that doesn’t feel all that welcoming
all the time,” says Bissell.
In each story, Bissell uses small fragments
of his own autobiography. “The Afghanistan story was based on my brief,
miserable career as a war correspondent,” he says. “I was sent there by a
magazine that never published my piece.
I wanted to create a memorable character, a short, kind of fat lothario
who has lucked into a plum war correspondent thing and is untouched by it.
“Just about every story has some screaming
neon autobiographical detail, like the story with the guy who’s wearing a Green
Lantern t-shirt,”says Bissell, pointing to his own chest. Bissell’s shirt du
jour is an Aquaman t-shirt.
Bissell puts in the searing dance of a
couple breaking up at the zoo, not pulling punches at himself. “That story is
as nakedly autobiographical as you can get,” he admits, where the woman ending
the affair draws the man close and pushes him away in the same sentence. “There
is a choreography to breaking up. That story captures it, at least how I
experienced it. The guy is kind of a jerk. I wanted to write about a side of me
that is kind of unpleasant.”
Countries like Uzbekistan are full of
American Christian missionaries. Though banned by the local governments, they
try to convert Muslims and atheists. “I met a lot of missionaries in Central
Asia,” he says. “I got the idea of writing about the missionary experience, but
also about the question of religion and sexuality.
Central Asia turns American missionaries on
their heads. “For a missionary, you grow up in your suburban Atlanta community
or in Green Bay, Wisconsin, and your church is the center of your life,” says
Bissell, who hails from Michigan. “Suddenly, you go to a part of the world
where there are no Christians. You think, ‘This doesn’t make sense. There are
millions of people, and none of them are Christians.’
“Traveling, at least for me, was a process
of learning that reality is not in English, that truth is not American, and
that Christianity is not the emotional and religious atmosphere that exists
everywhere. For someone whose whole life is based on adherence to a certain
series of articles of faith, to go to a place where they are entirely in
absence is mind-blowing and hard to deal with.”
Bissell’s missionary characters comes from
his own infatuations. “I have an obsession with religion,” he confesses. “I was
a Catholic. One of the novels I tried to write was about the 12 apostles. I
have an intense religious infatuation with religious arcana, and an interest in
fanaticism. I am one of those people who when a Jehovah’s Witness comes to the
door, I invite them in.”
The most compelling story in the book is
“God Lives in St. Petersburg,” which won the Pushcart Prize a few years ago.
The story starts as a farce about a gay missionary grappling with his sexual
desires. It quickly turn into a dark tale, when a desperate ethnic Russian
woman offers her 14-year-old daughter to the missionary, to get the girl out of
the country where she has no future. The mother offers up the title of the
story in a bitter rant about being an ethnic Russian in godless Central Asia.
“It is probably the most ambivalent thing
that I have ever written,” says Bissell. The chilling ending leaves much room
for interpretation. "I wanted that ambiguity and ambivalence in the
ending. A lot of people, including my
family, want to know where the hell that story came from.”
The roots of the story come in a desperate
circumstances of Central Asia and Bissell’s own trauma as a Peace Corps
volunteer. “I had a friend who was offered a 15-year-old girl by her mother,”
says Bissell. “It was so stunning. Also, I had a little girl named Susanna that
I was teaching in Uzbekistan. She was 13 or 14, a very sweet little girl.
Obviously, there was no romantic attachment, but she had these big tears in her
eyes when I told her I was leaving. I was haunted by leaving her behind.
“There were two forces of desperation,”
Bissell notes. “One is the desperation of people to escape bad conditions, and
the other is the Westerner’s inability to deal with all these valid needs.
These two experiences, the profound failure and the sense of what I would be
getting into if I tried to help people, really stayed with me. What is helping
someone? Missionaries are great until they actually start making converts.”
Dylan Foley is a book critic in Brooklyn,
N.Y.
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