Early in the book Platonov writes: “Kozlov’s gone weak again,” said Safronov to Chiklin. “He won’t survive socialism – there must be some function missing in him!”
Written in the 1930s, but not published in the former USSR until 1987, The Foundation Pit seems to still attract leftist readers who appear to ignore the central theme. As they do with Orwell’s 1984 and Animal Farm. No matter which way you look at it, The Foundation Pit is about the famine of 1932-33, which proved conclusively the tragic folly of collectivisation and the centrally planned economy. There is no escaping the truth that socialism requires the murder of a sizeable proportion of the population, and the terrorisation of the remainder, for it to lumber onwards until it collapses.
Platonov’s story revolves around a group of men digging a construction basement in the belief it will form the foundation of a glorious edifice. It doesn’t. Instead it becomes their grave. You don’t have to be genius to apprehend where he was going with this. But perhaps I give too much credit. Every identity politics group in the world exhorts its adherents, and all of us, to dig a pit in which they’ll throw us when the time comes. When our masters, be they transgender misfits, feminists harridans, low IQ blacks, fake Indians, the list is endless, find our missing functions, we’ll be murdered or threatened with murder.
It’s astonishing that we learn so little. Great writers like Platonov saw all this with his own eyes. The mechanics never differ. Yet the idea of socialism attracts followers like sheep shit attracts maggots. And like a badly flyblown sheep, there is no other option really but to put socialism out of its misery once and for all.