When I first became obsessed with books, at the age of 9 or so, my Russian parents proudly told me: â€œIntellegentsia of second generation, you are!â€ Intellegentsia is a Russian equivalent of pseudo-intellectual; second generation, because my parents were the first ones, in our family, to attend college and plunge into the blissful world of intellectual snobbery. Neither of my grandfathers was a literati: far from it. Each born in his shtetl, each with his blue-color job. In the evenings, they read their newspapers slowly and dutifully, and in the morning, folded up these newspapers as a wrapper for their lunch. Things were very utilitarian like that.
So one day, when my paternal grandfather told me he was fond of Isaac Babel, I was rather surprised. I knew Babel was highbrow Russian Jewish literature; that despite the catchiness of his tales about Odessaâ€™s underworld, gangster stories and the like, ultimately, he was an exquisite, decadent poet, revered, and constantly quoted in my parentsâ€™ circles.
â€œWell,â€ said my grandfather, â€œyou know, we have a bit of a familial connection to Babel. Do you know that Babelâ€™s greatest character, gangster Benya Krik is modeled after a real-time Jewish bandit, Mishka Yaponchik?â€ Like every other self-respecting Russian Jewish kid, I knew.
â€œSo, your great-grandfatherâ€™s brother was good friends with him,â€ my grandfather replied. Apparently, one of my ancestors was a bit of a shtetl terror; business associate of aforementioned Yaponchik, he drove into the shtetl in his horse and buggy, showed off his guns, shot in the air (and elsewhere sometimes), then stopped at my great-grandmotherâ€™s house for a drink. â€œHe drank a full glass of vodka in a single go,â€ said my grandfather.
Being a sheltered, near-sighted kid, with little propensity for exercise, let alone horseriding and robbery, I was doubtful. To which my grandfather reasoned: â€œYour cousin Misha is getting into big trouble in school. His father told me Mishaâ€™s involved in a gang. Street scum is looking up to him. Iâ€™m telling you, we have it in our gene pool.â€