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8.24.2008

And now, sit back, and enjoy a Dostoevsky novel...


I'm taking a break from watching and exposing the Beast and the system of the Beast to read Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment. Another novel I didn't want to read when I was in my novel-reading stage sometime back there in time...

Started Aug/7/08. Finished Sept/10/08.

Currently on page 542 (of 542).

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't 'sit back' and 'enjoy' novels by the way. I hunch over and labor over every sentence and paragraph. Until my eyes are bleeding.

But I must say this one is moving along at a pretty good clip. It's a crime novel afterall.

But, again, I don't look to be entertained. I am just taking in influences. It's fun to go back and read great novels - little complete cosmoses of human nature on display, at their best - when you have some understanding developed...

August 15, 2008 at 5:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Crime and Punishment, Part 5, Chapter 1 is striking as another example that 20th century liberals could never have actually read Dostoevsky. In that chapter Dostoevsky gives (mockingly) in microcosm - in the conversation between Dounia's suiter and Lebeziatnikov - every trope and trite 'protest' of the 1960's "sexual revolution", feminism, communes and commune-theory, rebellions from the Mickey Mouse Club, disdain for 1950s-ism, overturning of human nature, everything new that the American baby boomers are so proud of themselves for bringing to the world. And ironically Crime and Punishment was published in 1866.

God help you people of the 2060's...when your generation brings these revolutionary things to the world for the first time...

August 24, 2008 at 11:35 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

When I was younger and in the midst of my literature-reading stage I read the Modern Library volume of the short works of Dostoevsky, but much preferred Tolstoy as a novelist/story teller (the inevitable comparison). I said at the time to a person who was actually angry that I was dismissing Dostoevsky: Tolstoy writes about mature people, Dostoevsky writes about immature, self-absorbed in a delinquent, vain way people. And each of the four great novels of D. that I started I couldn't finish.

I'm seeing with Crime and Punishment that my take back then was right on-the-mark. CandP is a bit of a juvenile production. It's almost comical in scenes where one supposes D. wants to portray something close to great suffering or angst or whatever (and D. is a smarter artist than this, in fact I suspect Brothers Karamazov is miles in elevation above CandP as a great novel, but I'm not going to launch into BK...I have to read the Bible seven times complete afterall...)

I'm really struggling to get up enthusiasm to finish CandP. I've got 100 pages to go as I write. But I wanted to finish at least one great Dostoevsky novel, and so I will.

But it really is kind of a novel about a self-absorbed uninteresting vain boy who has a novelist having difficulty portraying his inner life: "Raskolnikov reached for Sonia, he felt gratitude, suddenly he felt revulsion, he could see selfless love in her eyes, he hated her, he drew away, in the hall he felt more calm then he'd felt in days, then a sudden storm of agitation overcame him, he needed to get to his dark, little room, he felt himself drawn against his will to the N. bridge, he felt disgust...joy...delirium...he belittled his environment, but who is he to belittle his environment; he felt a desire to return to Sonya, then he felt a wave of annoyance at the thought, such love, he only knew he must stay away from his mother and sister who were too nice to him..."

OK, D., don't really know where you're going with this production do you?

I suspect what got D. his reputation as a great writer were the little vignettes he included in all his stories and novels that were little absurd, dream-like scenes of craziness or violence, which really turn on the immature artistic mind, and truth be told D. was very good at writing these little scenes. But they are gimmicky; or, maybe in more fairness to D. they are a staple of most bad fiction and drama and film and so forth and so common now that once they are taken off the table as unusual in his novels what is left seems like the padding...

Having said all that I know one always loses when writing off a classic work of literature, and taking for granted aspects that make it great. Dostoevsky, give him credit, was a bit of a prophet, or at least good observer of human types that were to rise to the forefront of history in the 20th century.

He could portray women well, it should be said.

September 4, 2008 at 2:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The last 100 pages of this novel are tedious beyond endurance!!!

There is one theme emerging that is intriguing which is Raskolnikov coming inexorably to faith (whether he does or doesn't I don't know yet, but Sonya and even the detective hounding him are leading him there, and the subject of suffering is big in that direction...but...man! get on with it!!!)

September 6, 2008 at 4:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I didn't think Raskolnikov was realized very well or completely, but finally, in the very last paragraphs of the novel, his heart is changed.

You can't know without having one to compare with the other, but I'd received advice from an internet correspondent to read Brothers Karamazov if I am going to just read one Dostoevsky novel. Of course that is his ultimate great novel of all his great novels, and now I can see why he said that. Crime and Punishment kind of reads like a bit of a juvenile exercise *at its core* while making up for that with the usual Dostoevsky artistic/novelistic virtues on the side.

When your main character is a self-absorbed, ungrateful, 'hell is other people' overly-intellectual delinquent *all the way to the final paragraphs of the novel* then...wait a minute...maybe I see myself there......no. No, I'm not THAT bad...

These are time-vetted influences, and you just engage them. Novels are not the highest of influences one can engage among the written word, but they do have - as a form - the uniqueness of being little contained cosmoses of human nature and the ways of the world, when they are truly classic works.

September 11, 2008 at 11:03 AM  

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