Thursday, February 3, 2011

Yuri Vlasov on Writing - Al Antuck

Yuri Vlasov on Writing
Edited by Al Antuck (1972)

Yuri Petrovich Vlasov is holder of four world championship titles in weightlifting and the author of the books "Red Jacks", "To Overcome Oneself", "The Right of Might", "White Instance", "To Believe", "Salt Joys", "Fiery Cross" (an epic novel in three volumes) and "Who Runs the Show" (a collection of articles, 1983). He is a contributor to the newspapers Pravda, Sovetskaya Rossiya, Literaturnaya Rossiya, and Zavtra.

Yuri Vlasov went to the 1964 Summer Olympic Games in Tokyo a heavy favorite to win the gold medal for weightlifting in the heavyweight class. A gold medal winner in the 1960 Olympics in Rome (total – 1184¼ lbs.), he had everything going for him. He was excellently built, extremely strong, and well educated.

By profession, Vlasov was a radio engineer. His hobby was writing, which is something unusual particularly among competitive sportsmen. He had just published a collection of short stories, “Overcome Yourself.” This book was included as part of the Soviet weightlifting team’s equipment and made an excellent present for Yuri’s fans. Although few people in Tokyo could read Russian, the Olympic champion’s book went like hotcakes.

The results of the 1964 Olympic weightlifting competition appeared to be a foregone conclusion with respect to the heavyweight class. Vlasov had just set two new world records and was expected to take his weight class easily. Two Soviet radio newsmen were on hand to record an on-the-spot account of the contest. To the accompaniment of falling metal bars, they proceeded with background material on Vlasov’s life and training. They were so certain that he would capture another gold medal.

Now, the results are too well known. Vlasov lost, and the gold medal went to Leonid Zhabotinsky who lifted a total of 1259½ lbs. People were left with a feeling of surprise and even outrage. Did Vlasov give up after his first loss? As the title of his book says, did he fail to overcome himself? Whatever the cause, his last competition was in the 1964 Olympics.

In 1968 the Olympics were held in Mexico City, and Vlasov’s world records (altogether he set 28) had been broken, but he is still remembered as one of the giants of weightlifting, and many people have asked what he is doing now.

Vassili Zhiltsov, a reporter for SPUTNIK, SMENA and other Russian publications, sought him out and asked him, “What are you doing now, Yuri?”

“My main job now is writing,” he replied. “In May, 1968, I obtained my discharge from the army in order to concentrate on my writing. All those earlier years I had been learning to write. I subconsciously followed the style of authors whose work I admired. Then came a crisis. Writing was becoming more and more difficult for me, and although I had written a couple of dozen stories, there was nothing very significant. Some of my stories are not bad, though; I like them. But only now am I beginning to find my own way.”

”And what about weightlifting? Have you really given it up?” questioned Zhiltsov.

“I really thought I’d said goodbye to weightlifting,” Yuri said, “but material considerations forced me to return. I’ve started coaching a weightlifting group at the Trud Sports Club. The boys are good fellows and recently won the junior title in the club championships. It’s a pretty tough job, coaching after a hard day’s work, but I really enjoy it.”

“Things might have been easier had you retired undefeated,” remarked the reporter.

“My decision to retire was not made hurriedly,” stated Vlasov. “Defeat at Tokyo showed me that I could no longer carry two loads – weightlifting and writing. The urge to write was greater, and though I don’t expect I shall ever be a great author, I am writing, and that in itself makes me feel happy.”

“Do you regret all the time and energy you devoted to weightlifting? Does it seem to have been a sheer waste of time now that you have become a writer?”

“No, indeed! I shall never regret it!” Yuri said emphatically. “Weightlifting gave me the greatest of all joys – the joy of victory. Training sessions are all plans, schedules, and tons of metal lifted and dropped. Victories gave me an incomparable feeling, and I shall never forget those exhilarating contests. I was attracted to weightlifting because I wanted to become a strong man. There is an exciting, creative side to weightlifting. You can experiment and use yourself as a guinea pig, and you can strength and muscle grow, but that alone, without competition, is not very satisfying. I set all my records at competitions and never lifted a record weight in training. For that I am grateful to my coach and to Professor Lev Matvejev who put our own haphazard experiments on a scientific basis.

“Weightlifting gave me a chance to see life and meet interesting people. I was on teams with such masters as Vorobyev, a dedicated man with enormous willpower, Kurynov, a brilliant lifter who was never extended to his full potential, and Stogov, whose courage amazes me to this day.”

“Are you writing about these sensations, impressions, and memories?”

“Yes. My stories contain a lot of autobiographical material. I have tried to convey the enormous nervous tension which can be subdued and to show the physical processes which take place in the lifter as well as the laws that govern these processes. It’s this part of my work of which I am really proud.”

“And what are you working on now?”

“A big novel called “Salt Joys.”

“Is this novel about weightlifting?”

“Yes, partly. It may be my last work about weightlifting. I’m ready now to move on to other subjects. I’ve done a lot of work for a story I want to write about the Russian revolution as seen through the eyes of a monarchist officer. I have been to Paris where the prototype for the character lives. I worked a lot and collected a great deal of material. I have built up a splendid collection of books on the Russian revolution.

“I want to write about my father too – a military expert and a diplomat. I’m going through archives now for that project.”

“You seem to have broken the back of your task.”

“Only to a degree. After all, I’m not a fully-fledged writer yet. I have been constantly trying to evolve my own idiom. Finding one’s own literary identity is a painful process.”

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