Thank You, the Massie Family of Writers

It’s time for me to thank the Massie family for how they contributed to my life.

Like many people, I viewed the movie Dr. Zhivago with fascination and became an instant fan.

(I loved the story so much as a fourteen-year-old, I preferred to remain in our Volkswagen camper van reading Boris Pasternak‘s book, rather than visit the Palace of Versailles.)

I’ve never been back to visit King Louis XIV’s palatial home outside Paris, but I’ve seen Dr. Zhivago countless times.

Fourteen is a good age to find a passion, and from Pasternak’s book, I went on a quest over the following four years reading Russian history

I was particularly interested in the Romanov version. It was only a matter of time before I found, and fell in love with, Robert K. Massie’s Nicholas and Alexandra.

Haunted by Russian stories

In the dizzy days of adolescence when life awaits and true romance only beckons, I read about jewels, furs, snow, and the dramatically lost lives of displaced Russian royalty.

I envied Robert K. Massie’s finding the aging memoirs of Russians counts and princesses in the New York Public Library and slitting the pages with a penknife he carried in his briefcase.

While Massie had no patience for the possible mysterious escape of youngest Romanov daughter Anastasia, the idea fired my imagination.

I wrote a prize-winning short story based on the tale during my senior year of high school.

(DNA testing has since proved Anastasia did not escape and the woman, Anna Anderson, who claimed to be her for so many years was, indeed, a Polish factory worker.)

Hemophilia

During my sophomore year of college, I reviewed the memoir Journey by Robert K. and Suzanne Massie. This book told of the back story to their original personal interest in Russian history: their son’s hemophilia.

Bob, the son, was my age and I read the gripping tale with fascination. I even made my mother read it! I wanted her to see the life the Massies gave their brilliant son and his sisters: interesting people, education, and four years in Paris.

Mom recognized my yearning for such a life, and merely commented, “We’re not that kind of people.”

Now,  I wonder if desperate parents dealing with a suffering bleeding son rang a little too close to home for her.

Years later, my mother and I revisited Journey.

Two maternal cousins and I were pregnant when we learned my maternal uncle’s mysterious life-long “bleeding” problem was a form of hemophilia.

We became well-versed on the subject when I gave birth to a third son. Fortunately, none of my children inherited hemophilia.

Inspired by the Massie family’s difficulties, I became a blood donor. I’ve given so many pints of blood that I have tracks on my arms and scarred veins.

More Russian-related interest

In June 1978 I watched the Harvard graduation on PBS where Alexander Solzhenitsyn spoke. I loved hearing the muttering Russian language and appreciated the Nobel Laureate’s point of view.

Through the Russian-translated canon, I read. I labored my way through Nabokov (I hated Lolita) and adored Olga Ilyin’s White Road (which I wrote about here).

The week after I came home from the hospital with my first child, I got a copy of Robert K. Massie’s next volume: Peter the Great. Engrossed in the book, I nursed my newborn for hours, hardly wanting to break away from the absorbing story.

It remains one of the finest biographies I’ve ever read.  I wrote Massie a fan letter, he sent me a postcard.

Suzanne Massie, meanwhile, became a Russophile herself and was well-known for her talks, insights, and books about Russian. I’ve got a copy of her beautiful, Land of the Firebird: The Beauty of Old Russia on my bookshelf. In it, I read a history of the Romanov influence on Russia through the lens of art, music, poetry, and literature.

Robert Kinloch Massie IV

But I thought of the Massie’s son through the years and in 1999, looked him up on the Internet. What had become of such a promising man, particularly in the age of HIV?  Hemophiliacs were affected in a disproportionate way to the rest of society.

Bob Massie not only was alive, but he had become a medical curiosity. As one of the few people in the history of HIV research to have developed an immunity to the disease, Massie the son was the focus of a program on PBS’ Nova. (The transcript can be read here.)

His story is one of amazing courage, fantastic educational opportunities, important international work, and his ministry as an Episcopal priest.

He’s also a fine writer like his parents and last night I finished reading Bob Massie’s A Song in the Night: A Memoir of Resilience.

The opening chapters remember a childhood of suffering and hoping for a brighter future.

The middle discussed his fascination with a foreign country: South Africa. From the book, I learned of the difference he made in helping people understand apartheid.

Bob took his magnificent gifts, overcame enormous odds by the grace of God, and made his personal knowledge of suffering serve a good purpose for the lives of others.

I’m grateful for the insight Bob Massie gave me through his book.

The Massie family’s books enriched my intellect. They inspired blood donations, helped me raise my own bright children, and provided many hours of enjoyment.

The works of Robert K. Massie, Suzanne Massie, and Bob Massie, changed my life.

Thanks.

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