I just finished Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn’s August 1914. This work is stunning in its scope and insights. Imagine Tom Clancy’s Red Storm Rising and Tolstoy’s War and Peace rolled up into one challenging and exhilarating read. Like Tannenberg, the early WWI battle it’s based on, August 1914 inexorably pulls the reader headlong into a relentless, sweeping tragedy.

Next month will be the 109^th anniversary of that world-shaking battle, and we’re still coping with its aftermath. Though Russia managed to surprise the Germans by putting 230,000 troops into the field versus the Germans’ 150,000, Russian forces were thoroughly routed. This was an early body-blow to Russia, which never fully recovered. The Russian people’s suffering eventually led to their desperate support of the one group that promised peace, the Bolsheviks, who, once in power, inflicted even more misery upon them.

Solzhenitsyn knew war, having fought as a captain in World War II, and was all too familiar with the colossal mistakes that petty men were capable of. It’s been said that while amateurs (me, for example) study battle strategy, experts study logistics, and Russian logistics officers were mind-numbingly clueless. When the beans and bullets fail to reach the boots on the ground, armies lose battles. Also, both Solzhenitsyn’s epic and the historical record tell us the Russian commanders did not bother to encode their radio communications, effectively broadcasting their plans to the attentive Germans.

Not only did Solzhenitsyn know war, he knew the human soul, which gives this work the depth missing from modern-day war novels. A recurring theme is the inadequacy of the human mind to grasp the complexities of large-scale operations. And while generals on both sides often made life and death decisions based on inadequate or completely false information, the actions they took would certainly lead to unforeseen death and suffering. They struggled with a double-edged curse – enormous power lay in their hands, but they did not know what to do with it.

At one point, the Russian commander, Alexander Samsonov, tries to steady his nerves as he assembles his battle plans:

“The fate of battalions, even whole regiments, might be affected by chance factors such as the lighting, the blink of an eye,  the thickness of a finger, a blunt pencil, or whether one is standing or sitting at the table. Samsonov strove conscientiously and to the best of his ability to arrive at  reasonable solution. Sweat dripped onto the map and Samsonov mopped his forehead with a handkerchief—perhaps because the hot, sultry day made it stuffy in the council chamber.” (p. 332)

Was it the heat of the day that made Samsonov sweat?

We grope our way through battles, never certain which choice will save or squander lives. That’s war – and that’s life.

I can’t wait to get my hands on Jacqui Murray’s latest hit, Born in a Treacherous Time, now available at Amazon. Here’s a short summary:

Born in the harsh world of East Africa 1.8 million years ago, where hunger, death, and predation are a normal part of daily life, Lucy and her band of early humans struggle to survive. It is a time in history when they are relentlessly annihilated by predators, nature, their own people, and the next iteration of man. To make it worse, Lucy’s band hates her. She is their leader’s new mate and they don’t understand her odd actions, don’t like her strange looks, and don’t trust her past. To survive, she cobbles together an unusual alliance with an orphaned child, a beleaguered protodog who’s lost his pack, and a man who was supposed to be dead.

And here’s what Kirkus Reviews has to say: “Murray weaves a taut, compelling narrative, building her story on timeless human concerns of survival, acceptance, and fear of the unknown.”

It’s a great idea: an historical novel about Lucy, everyone’s great-to-the-Nth-power grandmother. I loved Twenty-Four Days, and plan to bump this to the top of my reading pile.