“The Death of Ivan Ilyich” by Leo Tolstoy

A 19th century novel reflects on timeless themes of life and death

the death of Ivan itch book cover by Leo Tolstoy Arguably one of the greatest writers of all time, Count Lev (Leo) Nikolayevich Tolstoy was born to a wealthy Russian family in 1828. His entire body of work, from the highly regarded novels “War and Peace” and “Anna Karenina” to his novella “Hadji Murad,” displays a degree of artistry and insight into the human condition that earned him enormous praise throughout his four-decade career.

Yet, despite his literary success, Tolstoy was a troubled and unhappy man. While still in his 20s, he rejected the aristocratic lifestyle of his youth to join the Russian army, but soon returned to his family’s estate, where he led a privileged and admittedly dissolute life. He eventually married and fathered 13 children, but soon began to despair at what he saw as the meaninglessness of life. This despair and his eventual adoption of a non-violent, Christian-anarchist value system are reflected in his brilliant book, “The Death of Ivan Ilyich.”

“The Death of Ivan Ilyich” is a short novel that describes the life and death of a man who unquestioningly accepts the dictates of a society in which conformity, material wealth and social status are cherished above all else. The story begins with the reactions of Ivan’s family and contemporaries to his death, then takes the reader on a journey from Ivan’s boyhood to the spiritual awakening he experiences at the end of his life. Beautifully written and intensely real, the novel follows Ivan’s thoughts as he struggles to come to grips with his terrible suffering and the reality of his impending death. “It cannot be that I ought to die,” Ivan says to himself as he begins to realize that he is dying and not merely ill. “That would be too terrible.”

Black and white photo of Leo Tolstoy author of "The Death of Ivan Ilyich"

Tolstoy in 1897
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As Ivan’s illness progresses, he slowly begins to accept the inevitability of his death, but becomes increasingly angry at the dishonesty of those around him, who persist in denying the horrible reality that is going on in front of their eyes. “This deception tortured him,” Tolstoy writes. “Their not wishing to admit what they all knew and what he knew, but wanting to lie to him….and wanting him to participate in that lie” infuriated him. Ivan describes his growing hatred of his wife, who cannot offer him the compassion and comfort he craves because she refuses to acknowledge what is happening. Instead, she urges him to “take his medicine” and pretends that all is well. Ivan’s only solace comes from the servant Gerasim, whose calm acceptance of the inevitable stands in sharp contrast to the denial displayed by Ivan’s family and friends. “It’s God’s will,” he says at Ivan’s funeral. “We shall all come to it some day.”

Although written nearly 150 years ago, “The Death of Ivan Ilyich” is still extraordinarily relevant today. Here in the West, we live in a privileged society preoccupied with status and material wealth, a value system that robs us of our ability to truly experience life. Like Ivan, we unquestioningly participate in an inauthentic existence, denying both life and death. And like Ivan’s family and friends, we keep our compassion and empathy locked away behind a stoic facade.  

As I read “The Death of Ivan Ilyich,” this pervasive lack of authenticity in our lives and the need to challenge it on a daily basis came home to me with stunning clarity. If for no other reason than the insight it offers into our contemporary values, I highly recommend that you read this beautifully written and powerful story more than once. 

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3 Responses to “The Death of Ivan Ilyich” by Leo Tolstoy

  1. avatar Kasturi G R says:

    Thanks Kathleen for your unpretentious and authentic review of the book often referred to and quoted all over the world.
    The modern world of market driven economy is downright driven by Greed and unending consumption. Authenticity & authentic behaviour is often looked down upon even though such people fall well below 20% of the population in the world at large.
    Everyone forgets the everyday fact of Memento mori.
    I do pray and hope that bloggers like you make people to sit up and do a self audit of their life before they end up in their grave without ever having understood the purpose of their life in this planet earth.
    Good Luck
    Kasturi G R

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  2. I can’t remember the exact spot in the book when I burst into tears. Ivan’s agonies reminded me of my own mother’s death. I wanted to apologise to her for my lack of appreciation and for my resentment. But I missed the opportunity. I can only hope that he who needs to know will understand.

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    • avatar Kathleen Clohessy Editor-in Chief/SevenPonds says:

      Sadly, Graeme, we don’t always act the way we wished we could when confronted with a loved one’s suffering. Try not to feel guilty, but instead keep the memory as a reminder to do better next time. You can’t apologize to your mother, but you can offer compassion and empathy to someone else when the time comes.

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