I think you may be being a bit harsh on Serge. After all, he was only 20 at the time and did get sentenced to 5 years in prison. OK, he later betrayed his original anarchist ideas and became a defender, and propagandist for the Bolsheviks, but he did redeem himself in the end by turning against Bolshevism altogether, including Trotskyism which he had once espoused. The Trots like his novel The Case of Comrade Tulayev because it seems to echo their views (I prefer his Midnight in the Century) and like to give the impression that he was one of theirs (maybe that's another reason why you don't like him, which would be fair enough) but they blank out his later evolution when he turned against them too, seeing Trotsky as well as Lenin as having paved the way for Stalinist Russia. While retaining some admiration for Trotsky as a person who died for his beliefs, in an article written in Spanish after the last world war, he wrote that after 1918:
. . . the anarchists were outlawed, even though Makhno had played an important role in liberating the Ukraine which had been occupied by the Whites and even though a fraternal treaty had solemnly promised them legality.
and went on:
In founding the Cheka, Lenin and Trotsky estanlished a veritable inquisition. In making the trade unions and cooperatives a part of the state, they disarmed the masses and opened the way to totalitarianism.
It's true that by the end of his life (he died in 1947) he was a leftingwing social democrat rather than an anarchist, but at least he wasn't a Leninist or Trotskyist.





I've been asked by Devrim as to why I have expressed negative opinions on the character of Victor Serge,. O( on novels thread)
Here are some of the reasons:
In 1909 in L’anarchie (individualist anarchist paper edited by Serge) Serge wrote: In the suburbs of London (in Tottenham) two of our Russian comrades attacked the accountant of a factory and, pursued by the crowd and the police, held out in a desperate struggle, the mere recounting of which is enough to make one shiver...After almost two hours of resistance, having exhausted their munitions, and wounded 22 people, three of them mortally, they reserved for themselves their final bullets. One, our comrade Joseph Lapidus (the brother of the terrorist Stryge, killed in Paris in the Vincennes woods in 1906) killed himself; the other was taken seriously wounded. Words seem powerless to express admiration or condemnation before their ferocious heroism. Lips are still; the pen isn’t strong enough, sonorous enough. Nevertheless, in our ranks there will be the timorous and the fearful who will disavow their act. But we, for our part, insist on loudly affirming our solidarity. . I can guess, dear reader, the sentimental objection that is on your lips: But the 22 unfortunates wounded by your comrades’ bullets were innocent! Have you no remorse?” No! For those who pursued them could have been nothing but “honest” citizens, believers in the state, in authority. Perhaps oppressed, but oppressed who by their criminal weakness perpetuate oppression. Enemies!”
Skirda on Serge and the Bonnot Gang “Armand…would not condemn the illegalists and even tried to show his solidarity. Le Retif, (Serge’s pen name-Battlescarred) on the other hand, himself facing charges of receiving two stolen revolvers, began to play along with the crowd in berating the illegalists,
Began to play along with the crowd in berating the illegalists, swearing that he had always been against them. As he was to make a habit of this sort of thing, namely damning today what he was idolizing yesterday, let us see the fox at his work, in this impassioned tirade which was carried by l’anarchie on January 4, 1912, the very next day after the incident in the Rue Ordener: (the bank raid by members of the gang)
“That a wretched bank messenger should be shot down in broad daylight is proof that men have at last grasped the virtues of audacity...I have no fear in admitting it: I am on the side of the bandits. I find theirs to be a beautiful role: maybe I see them as men. Also, I see naught but boors and puppets. The bandits spell strength. The bandits spell daring. The bandits demonstrate their steadfast determination to live.
Whereas the others suffer the landlord, the employer and the cop, and vote and protest against iniquities and go to their deaths like they have lived, wretchedly. Be that as it may, my preference is for the fighter. He may go to his death younger, he may know the manhunt and penal servitude; he may well finish up beneath the abominable kiss of the widow (Madame Guillotine- Battlescarred)... It is a possibility! I like the man who accepts the risks of open struggle: he is manly. Then, whether he be victor or vanquished, is his fate not to be preferred to the sullen vegetation and interminably slow agony of the proletarian who will go to his death brutalized and broken, without ever having known the benefits of existence?
The bandit has a go. So he has some chance of winning. That is enough. The bandit is a man”.
In his Memoirs Serge completely hides all this.
Skirda again “at his trial, he was to pass himself off as a “theoretician” who had blundered into a situation not of his making, and he was to put his conviction down to heretical opinions (whereas the charge was receiving) and to his refusal to cooperate with the police authorities. The latter does him credit: somewhat less credible was the attitude he displayed when Lorulot (another leading individualist) showed up at the hearing, as a character witness: he insisted that Lorulot too be charged for having mixed with and harboured the illegalists. Disappointed in his petition, he was to accuse Lorulot openly of informing!”
When Serge deserted to the Bolsheviks in his patron Zinoviev commissioned him to write a pamphlet reneging on his old positions (The Anarchists and the Experience of the Russian Revolution, 1921) Here he says that several foreign anarchists shared his point of view, including Lepetit and Vergeat (considering that these two were conveniently disappeared, probably murdered by the Cheka, they had no chance of refuting this). He goes on to say that “the social revolution in Russia is largely the work of Bolshevism (seeing as he only arrived in Russia in 1919 he was hardly able to judge). The old individualist contempt for the masses raises its ugly head when he describes them as “corrupted by the old regime, relatively uneducated, often unthinking, racked by the feelings and instincts of the past”. This is used to justify a revolutionary dictatorship:” I confess that I cannot think how one could be a revolutionary…without conceding the necessity of the dictatorship of the proletariat…suppression of so-called democratic freedoms: dictatorship, backed up, if need be, by Terror: creation of an Army: centralization for war of industry, supply, administration (hence the statism or bureaucracy): and lastly dictatorship of a party..”
Arriving in Moscow in June 1922 the French anarchist Gaston Leval met Serge who described a liberated world in his articles but who hid his real views. Leval could never pardon him for this double game.