Examining Chekhov's life within the context of his art, Mr. Callow finds
him astonishingly modern: the new kind of man, uncomfortable in the
world and refusing to sentimentalize his unease. But the love theme that
is central to his biography and his art, which Mr. Callow explores with
a novelist's skills and sensitivities, has been somehow slighted by
Chekhov scholars. It is the hidden ground from which his work sprang and
on which his divided life stood. We must constantly remind ourselves
that Chekhov was for years a doctor first and a writer second, seeing
writing as a frivolous, irrelevant activity. He exhausted himself with
this double life and was soon in bad health. Mr. Callow's portrait
reveals a puzzlingly elusive man who constantly surprises us: a modest
genius who finds the whole nature of fame unseemly; a man furious at
injustice who is apolitical; a humorist in despair before the
mediocrity, stupidity, and cruelty of the world; a generous spirit
unable to stop working to improve the lot of others, incapable of
turning anyone away, who remains stubbornly apart and hidden.