Georgia

what is Georgian literature?

Georgian literature has deep roots. It dates back to the first millennium of Christianity, yet it is open to exterior influence. The most famous text belongs to Shota Rustaveli, and it is The Knight in the Panther's Skin. Later on, the cultural history of the country, and of all the Caucasus, had its ups and downs, to such a degree that the most known Georgian novel of the modern time was in fact written in German and published in Vienna in 1934; obviously I speak about Ali und Nino, the famous love story published under the pseudonym Kurban Said.

I have read

Marcin Sawicki, Pestki winorośli i trzy jabłka. Reportaże z podróży do Gruzji i Armenii (2014)
Dato Turashvili, Flight from the USSR (2008)
Kurban Said, Ali und Nino (1934)
Shota Rustaveli, The Knight in the Panther's Skin

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I have written

Transcultural writing and non-hegemonic universalism. Reading Ali und Nino in the context of global literary studies

Tbilisi

A well-known legend attributes the foundation of the Georgian capital to the discovery of abundant hot springs with curative properties in this region.

As I heard, this is the unique, or one of very few mosques in the world that are used both by the Sunnis and the Shias.

in search of the essence of Georgian art

the real presence

What is usually said about the peculiarity of Georgian art is that it developed at the crossroad of civilisations and that it is uniquely in accordance with its environment (as for architecture, where the oneness with scenic landscapes is in many cases truly difficult to overlook). What I notice for my own private appreciation is this unique richness of imagination, that is neither eastern nor western, but born in between, in the peripheral, borderland regions such as Kakheti, the homeland of the celebrated primitive painter Niko Pirosmani. Also, --perhaps, as far as my very superficial insight into Georgian culture could enable me to judge about such things--, the unique sense of taking things seriously, the literal treatment of the sacred (that once used to be called "the real presence"), that is today very hard to find anywhere in the Christian world.
What does it mean that Georgia is at a crossroad of civilizations? It was already valid in the Antiquity, because of the contacts between gold-rich Colkhida in Western Georgia and the Aegean cities. On the other hand, the crossroad stretched toward the Central Asia, to what I privately call "the Persian world" (Persicate is sometimes used as a more professional term, with equally vague "Balkan to Bengal" range). There is thus a Hellenistic culture in its full right, with bath-houses and ceramic masks of Dionysus and Ariadne found in Sarkineti, an ancient site in the vicinity of Iberia's (the Caucasian Iberia's) first capital, Mtskhetha. But the most famous cultural treasure of the time is the metalwork in bronze, silver and gold, perhaps the most famous aspect of Georgian artistic heritage in an international perspective.

Jvari Church (586/587-604)

Jvari Monastery stands on a mountaintop dominating the confluence of the rivers Mtkvari and Aragvi.

Tsminda Sameba | წმინდა სამება

Gergeti Trinity Church

Window with the motive of fighting lizards.

Gelati Monastery, Kutaisi (founded in 1106)

Gelati Monastery complex: church of St. Nicholas and bell tower.

Bagrati Cathedral, Kutaisi (11th c.)

Svetitskhoveli Cathedral, Mtskheta

Ananuri Castle

A view over the lake Schinvali.

East façade of the church of the Mother of God.

Details of the sculptural decoration.

External walls.

Kakheti | კახეთი

Kakheti is the easternmost region of Georgia, bordered by Chechnya, Dagestan and Azerbaijan. It was an independent kingdom in the 15th c., and then came under Iranian rule from the 16th practically till the early 19th c., although in 1762 the Kakhetian Kingdom was united with the neighbouring Kingdom of Kartli under the king Heraclius II, that undoubtedly reinforced Georgian identity of this territory. Nonetheless, in 1801, the Kartli-Kakheti Kingdom was annexed to the Russian empire.

The Monastery of St. Nino at Bodbe.

Signagi

Ali und Nino

26.07.2015
This couple of tailor's dummies adorning Batumi's seashore promenade may seem not particularly attractive at the first glance. Yet the sculpture by Tamara Kvesitadze is meaningful enough when put into movement: both figures perform a slow dance, periodically merging with each other. These are Ali and Nino, the heroes of the most famous Caucasian novel, published in Vienna in 1937.
It is indeed a beautiful book, and made me reflect a great deal. Is the cross-cultural love story indeed at its center? I'm not sure. Perhaps it's all about civilization, and the complicated dance some people and peoples perform among and around its crucial concepts. The text actually opens upon a geography lesson, in a colonial school that represents in this instance the Russian dominion. The pupils are forced to decide themselves, to perform the "civilizational choice" that my colleague, Jan Kieniewicz, constantly talks about. And obstinately they try to avoid it. And obstinately, the history repeats itself, and Ali is shot by the Russians on the very same bridge where his grandfather died in similar circumstances.
Currently, this text of quite unclear authorship is celebrated in Georgia and at the same time considered a kind of "Azerbaijani national novel". Who wrote it? Who is Kurban Said? A Jew? A baroness? In 2005, the doubt gave yet another best-selling book, Tom Reiss's The Orientalist: Solving the Mystery of a Strange and Dangerous Life.
I do not doubt this German text has been written by a European hand. Yet it is very interesting indeed as a tentative of adopting the viewpoint of the colonized. I read this vision as falsification of a voice, of course, but still it is fascinating as such. As I said, the necessity of the choice is imposed, I don't believe it could emanate for the Caucasian subject himself or herself. The lovers know too much about identity, and they know they are the Orientals. Nino sees the things too clearly, opposing herself to the Persian harem lifestyle, and her condition of refugee makes such an opposition extremely untimely and improbable. The experience of shame is imposed at yet another moment, when Nino's horrified glance spots Ali among other Shiites during the festivities. Or rather, she is forced to share the horrified glance of a European ambassador, observing the flagellant procession.
But on the other hand, the narration is by no means untrue. Typically for any Orientalizing fiction, the entanglement of truth and falsification is not to be resolved. The truth, once again, consists in the persuasive way of presenting the choice, the "either ... or" essentially alien to the Caucasian subject, as the oppression exerted by the Russian schoolmaster. The very same Russian schoolmaster that might have formed, one or two generations ago, also us, the Poles.
And there is of course their own choice, tertium datur, against the imposed obligation of "civilizational choice". They chose each other, i.e. they chose the syncretism and synergistic development advocated by their Armenian middleman. Yet again, the Orientalizing fiction operates by stereotype: the Armenian middleman must betray them; having trusted him was Ali's mistake. The colonial principle divide et impera is reintroduced surreptitiously, and Ali is shown at the highest of his wolfish Oriental characteristics as he bites through his rival's aorta with bare teeth.
Wild is the Oriental, this is the apparent conclusion. But still, having read this book, I stay in the belief that the Caucasian history illustrates first of all the danger of promoting the "civilizational choice". The colonial lore might present the incessant Caucasian warfare as endemic. Nonetheless I see the region as a space of entangled civilizational choices that leave no place for syncretism nor synergistic development. Each nationalism is moved not only by its own local energy, but also by the distant gravitation of a civilizational center: looking up to Russia, to Iran, and recently, again, to Europe. These are the gravitational forces that split the Caucasus apart.
Perhaps similarly to the German-speaking author of Ali und Nino, I've come to the Caucasus with a pre-conceived idea: that of transcultural dimension. I've brought with me an abstract concept in demand of an exemplification. I hoped to confront my idea with local truths and local circumstances. Should the confrontation throw light on the limitations of my theory, or rather illuminate its margins?
There is yet another ready-made question, that of Bernard Lewis: what did actually went wrong? In fact, I've come to the Caucasus not only to test my theory, but also tempted by the lasting fame of ancient intellectual and artistic centers of Georgia and Armenia. And the feeling is indeed that of a history that had ended. In those famous centers of arts and literacy I could hardly find a bookshop meeting my expectations or a collection to captivate me more than for a glance. It seems as if they didn't survive the Mongols. The caesura was so easy to observe in the Museum of Fine Arts at Tbilisi. They, Christians, seem to have perished in the same cataclysm that put an end to the finest layer of the Islamic civilization. Even the technique of cloisonne enamel had been lost for several centuries, before it reappeared quite recently as an industry of colorful accessories for the tourists.
Yet there had been a Golden Age. As far as I could read and see their history in visual documents, the synergistic development existed at the very beginning. The expansion of the early Islam, and the Islamic conquest of the Caucasus, didn't put an end to the Christian culture of Georgia; by the contrary, created a fertile ground for it. The originality of the Golden Age in the 12th century appears at the intersection of the Persian influence and Christianity. Shota Rustaveli, putting Persian story into Christian verse, seems to give a good example of this. And the guide in the Tbilisian museum called my attention to the moment in which Persian roses occupy the place of the vine leaves and tendrils in the repoussé backgrounds. Plentiful exemplification of this synergistic development is to be found in architecture, enriched with geometrical aesthetics of Islam. The Golden Age is result of the refusal of "civilizational choice", refusal of admitting the condition of a periphery subdued to one center exclusively.
I believe that the strategy of survival in such a place as the Caucasus is to keep a balance, even if I don't see clearly enough how could they possibly maintain it. Perhaps my transcultural humanities might serve them better than any other. Larger horizons, opening these valleys, fruitful superpositions instead of essentialist "civilizational choices" are requested. As individuals, people find these ways instinctively. Economically still very modest as they are across all the region, they do travel, they spend their holidays in Batumi, they look to the sculpture in its incessant movement, Ali and Nino in their dance of distance, approximation and merging. One day the engine shall break down, yet hopefully another day it shall be replaced again.

Worship and exposition.
Visiting the Museum of Fine Arts in Tbilisi

29.07.2015
The concept of museum is inherent to modernity and its secularizing tendency. In most cases, the museum is authorized to gather and protect the ritual artifacts, the objects of worship. Usually, the aura of holiness is lost very soon, and people resume their worship in front of other images. God cares but very little about our humane artistic values and the epiphany may manifest itself in the humblest place or object. Yet in some cases, the supernatural aura persists, specially in the icon, which is believed to incarnate materially the real presence of the divine. What happens when such an object is taken from its traditional ecclesiastic location and integrated in an exposition? The Museum of Fine Arts in Tbilisi, gathering the most important collection of such objects in Georgia, is a fascinating example of this tension between the aura and the modernization.
To a Western visitor, this museum appears at the first glance an anachronistic and ill-managed institution. The interiors are in state of disrepair and the collection is rather stored than exposed. Only a small fraction of the entire collection can be seen, and only with a guide that accompanies individual visitors. This is due, as I feel now, not only to lack of means and organization, but probably also to the particular situation of this collection, split between worship and exposition.
The popular worship actually takes place in front of the museum, in the open gallery in front of the entrance, transformed into an improvised chapel, where a cheap reproduction of the icons had been placed. The presence of prostrated people is more or less constant; wax candles and other paraphernalia are available. The access to the interior, as I said, is conditioned by considerable fees and the benevolence of the stuff. As far as I could see, relatively few faithful actually get inside. Nonetheless, the acts of prayer, including kneeling down or touching the glass vitrines with the forehead are not unusual also in the main space of the exposition. I asked the guide how the stuff reacts to these behaviors. In what she told me, two contrasting attitudes may be discerned: on the one hand, inflexible fidelity to the principles of modernity (epitomized by the former director telling the visitors to stand up as soon as they had knelt down in front of the icons to pray), and on the other hand, recognition of the supernatural aura by the stuff and the visitors alike. The guide told me sometimes they let people enter for free, if they intend only to perform a short devotion in front of an icon that is particularly dear to them. I also noticed that, after I opened the topic, the guide prostrated herself in front of the holiest items as our visit continued.
Other forms of devotion are also to be noticed. To my consternation, I spotted a sizable gold bar placed in the vitrine together with the icon in guise of ex voto.
But as a conclusion, I must confess that I do understand these people. I've visited this museum accompanied, as I said, by a guide, competent art historian, and yet another qualified visitor, a British scholar. And there was a moment when both of us, the Englishman and me, stood in genuine awe in front of a 9th-century encaustic icon, darkened with age, a face staring to us across time, divergence of religious persuasions, modernity and secularization alike.