You can read a long stream of articles on the series finale of The Americans. I won’t attempt to review them here. Suffice it to say that I have found the suspense of this last season nearly unbearable. I’m the one who always reads the end first, but with a non-bingeable television show, I had to wait with everyone else.
I posted here and there on FB as the show wound down, trying to be sensitive to spoilers and those who haven’t reached the end yet. Like others, I’ve been fascinated by the spycraft (not part of my usual fiction reading), horrified by the violence, and intrigued by the family dynamics.
In the end, my personal contribution to the conversation has to do with the long shadow cast by childhood trauma across the remainder of human lives. There’s been a lot of publicity lately about the study of childhood trauma and how to counteract its effects or, at least, how to incorporate those effects into productive and contended adult lives. (The fact that I wonder whether there is such a thing as contented adult life may tell you something about my own experience as a child and adolescent.)
Some notes from The Americans:
Many of the lead Russian characters emerged as children (quite literally, in some cases, from under buildings and rubble) out of WWII into a country devastated by physical destruction, starvation, and loss of life. In the series, they are beautiful, elegantly dressed, intelligent, sophisticated, and articulate people dedicated to the preservation of a country beloved and yet marred — by corruption, repression, and poverty — and willing to do anything to further its triumph.
Paige and Henry: What happens to children who grow up in an affluent American suburb, involved in church and sports, to discover that nothing is as it seems, that their parents are monsters, and that their own lives are collateral casualties of parental commitments to something which they can never understand nor be part of (Elizabeth’s efforts with Paige notwithstanding)?
This story, The Americans, will haunt me for a long time.
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