We are awash with
CGI and fast moving images, but sometimes a simple woodcut or sketch can evoke
something far deeper. This is a sketch by Dr George Heinrich Langsdorff who
accompanied Rezanov's expedition to Alaska, Oregon, California and Japan. When I
came across this page I stared at it for some time, thinking of two letters
that might have passed each other, one from Nikolai Rezanov to the Tsar, the
other from the Tsar to Rezanov.
But background is needed.
Alexander
I of Russia
was a natural politician. When he sent out an expedition he hoped would win Russia great tracts of
unexplored America
and vast wealth from fur and trading links, he led the ship’s Captain, a German
named Krustenstern, to believe he was charge of the expedition. He also led his
emissary, Nikolai Rezanov, to believe that he was in charge. It might sound
madness but Alexander knew what he was doing. Both were indispensible to the
mission and neither would serve under the other. At least it allowed the
mission to set sail.
The problems came later, problems so bad that Krustenstern
had to order the ship’s carpenter to divide the master cabin by a wooden
partition. Rezanov spent much of the voyage in his half, ostracised by officers
and crew alike. At last, eaten up with rage he wrote a twenty page letter to Alexander, the Tsar of all Russia.
In it he threatened to leave the Tsar’s service: “I will stay in America
for a century. Rank and decoration are not necessary in America and I
will send them back with pleasure on the first available transport.” He
demanded his children be sent to him when they reached the age of thirteen,
intending them to settle with him in Kodiak. Things must have been bad. Have
you seen Kodiak?
*
It was also political suicide, but like strong drink it felt
good at the time. The letter was sealed and sent with dispatches to St Petersburg.
Somewhere in Siberia this letter would have passed another letter, one sent from Alexander to Rezanov. In Owen Matthew’s words, ‘it was the warmest, friendliest, and most supportive letter the emperor had ever sent him; it would also be the last.’ It ended with: ‘As a sign of Our particular good wishes towards you I also send you a diamond tobacco case with Our monogram. I have also taken your son as a Page at court.’ The whole story is reminiscent of those emails launched in drunken anger – except in slow and tragic slow motion. One can only imagine how Rezanov felt when he read the Tsar's letter and thought on his own, trundling its way west on the plains of Siberia.
Somewhere in Siberia this letter would have passed another letter, one sent from Alexander to Rezanov. In Owen Matthew’s words, ‘it was the warmest, friendliest, and most supportive letter the emperor had ever sent him; it would also be the last.’ It ended with: ‘As a sign of Our particular good wishes towards you I also send you a diamond tobacco case with Our monogram. I have also taken your son as a Page at court.’ The whole story is reminiscent of those emails launched in drunken anger – except in slow and tragic slow motion. One can only imagine how Rezanov felt when he read the Tsar's letter and thought on his own, trundling its way west on the plains of Siberia.
No more posts on Nikolai Rezanov, I promise you. I'll just recommend Owen Matthew's book 'Glorious Misadventures' for those who like this kind of thing.
* This map of Kodiak
Island and the surrounding area. I, Karl
Musser, created it based on USGS data.
8 comments:
Wow, Mike, what a great story! Before I even knew you wrote it, I was drawn to read it by the wood cut and by your opening paragraph!
Ouch! And the sad thing is, given human nature, the same thing would happen whether the letter went by dog sled or email.
Jeanne, thank you. I'd love to have the original lithograph or a better copy to frame. It's what I call a silent picture that draws you in. And I know that's stupid. Most pictures are silent, apart from those in Hogwarts.
I'm afraid you're right, Maria. God help us when technology allows us to be telepathically linked. My conception of Purgatory is everyone being forced to mutually absorb everything ever thought about them, then reconcile and forgive.
It's maddening when things like this happen. At least with today's email, the issues caused by misunderstood, drunken emails can quickly be resolved. But back then I imagine it would have taken months, if not years to resolve - if they were resolved at all...
We just keep making the same foolish mistakes, only we can make them faster now.
DRC, in this case, sadly it was never resolved, though Rezanov was briefly compensated by a red hot Spanish senorita in California.
Linda It's fast already. God help us when we have chip telepathy :)
LULZ! The worst part is he had months and months to stew in regret before he could even find out if the letter was received, let alone get any kind of response or word about anything that resulted. With email at least you generally find out the recipient is pissed at you within 24 hours.
I love your idea of Purgatory. Horrible.
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