Epub, 130 Pages
a shorter story about a russian teacher who ends up addicted to gambling and throwing his life away. Ends with him basically saying “I’ll give up gambling, tomorrow.” Very confusing at the onset with trying to figure out who is who and what is going on. A good introduction to Dostoyevsky’s style but without the weight of some of his tomes.
man, I think I am done with russian classics for at least the next 6 months. Ok, this follows the Karamazov family. Father, 3 sons by 2 different wives, and one illegitimate son. The father is a dissolute, sensualist who amasses a great fortune, and tries to buy the affection of a loose young woman. This Woman is also being sought by one of the sons. But he is engaged to a young lady in town. This young lady, is in turn, loved by another brother. The 3rd brother is a monk, who comes out into the non-monastic life after his spiritual father dies. Eventually the illegitimate son kills the father, implicates the eldest son, and drives a wedge between the 1 and 2 son. The third son is the only good one of the whole bunch.
I know now why I don’t really like russian classics. They go on and on about subjects that have nothing to do with the story. Usually philosophical, religious or political speeches, stories or writings by a sub character. Ugh.
the adventures of Prince Myshkin. A mental patient who is cured, falls in love with one woman, is scorned by her, falls in love with another young lady, the first woman intrigues to break them up just to show she can, he is forced to choose between them, chooses the first woman, she leaves him at the altar for a former lover, who then kills her in revenge, the second woman marries badly and becomes estranged from her family and the Prince ends up an Idiot back where he came from.
Not uplifting at all in my opinion. I liked the story overall, but the author skipped whole months near the beginning and then would spend inordinate amounts of time recounting peoples speeches. There were times I wondered if I was reading some sort of political/theological diatribe, which to be honest, these writings are. It’s under my belt, done with.