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*concludes literature*

No wonder the author died after writing this. There was nothing else to do.
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Wow op, you're so profound
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>>25390377
I couldn't read past ~200 pages it's just too boring and cuddly written, nobody talks like that even the most eccentric and greedy fucker ever would find the main character to be a caricature. I was promised a deep message about life and it turned out to be shitty ramblings about religion and how crazy is the father for 200 pages. I'm super sad cause I boughted this book after reading the dream of a ridiculous man, which is one of my favourite books ever
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>>25390377
You have to be 18 to use this website.
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>>25390437
was this guy filtered?
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>>25390377
If you are alluding to Dostoevsky’s worst novels, then, indeed, I dislike intensely The Brothers Karamazov and the ghastly Crime and Punishment rigamarole. No, I do not object to soul-searching and self-revelation, but in those books the soul, and the sins, and the sentimentality, and the journalese, hardly warrant the tedious and muddled search. Dostoyevsky’s lack of taste, his monotonous dealings with persons suffering with pre-Freudian complexes, the way he has of wallowing in the tragic misadventures of human dignity – all this is difficult to admire. I do not like this trick his characters have of ”sinning their way to Jesus” or, as a Russian author, Ivan Bunin, put it more bluntly, ”spilling Jesus all over the place." Crime and Punishment’s plot did not seem as incredibly banal in 1866 when the book was written as it does now when noble prostitutes are apt to be received a little cynically by experienced readers. Dostoyevsky never really got over the influence which the European mystery novel and the sentimental novel made upon him. The sentimental influence implied that kind of conflict he liked—placing virtuous people in pathetic situations and then extracting from these situations the last ounce of pathos. Non-Russian readers do not realize two things: that not all Russians love Dostoevsky as much as Americans do, and that most of those Russians who do, venerate him as a mystic and not as an artist. He was a prophet, a claptrap journalist and a slapdash comedian. I admit that some of his scenes, some of his tremendous farcical rows are extraordinarily amusing. But his sensitive murderers and soulful prostitutes are not to be endured for one moment—by this reader anyway. Dostoyevsky seems to have been chosen by the destiny of Russian letters to become Russia’s greatest playwright, but he took the wrong turning and wrote novels.
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>>25390547

He babbled so much for someone who wrote 1 (one) decent book. Imagine if all we had was self indulgent aristocratic self-blowjob dross like Ada or the likes. Ew.
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>>25390377
I had a gentle sleep reading this. I don't know why people consider it a masterpieces when crime and punishment and the devils (the possessed )are just better.
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>>25390532
I'm happy to admit it if you can explain why, like explain to me why this book is fantastic... I'll give a free (you) "I'm retarded and (you) were right all along dear anon" that you can print and put on your fridge
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>>25390547
good morning saar bulgakov
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>>25390548
nabokov owns your soul
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>>25390437
"How unreal all this is! Who did ever dress or act like your cosmopolitan? And who, it might be returned, did ever dress or act like harlequin?"

Strange, that in a work of amusement, this severe fidelity to real life should be exacted by any one, who, by taking up such a work, sufficiently shows that he is not unwilling to drop real life, and turn, for a time, to something different. Yes, it is, indeed, strange that any one should clamor for the thing he is weary of; that any one, who, for any cause, finds real life dull, should yet demand of him who is to divert his attention from it, that he should be true to that dullness.

There is another class, and with this class we side, who sit down to a work of amusement tolerantly as they sit at a play, and with much the same expectations and feelings. They look that fancy shall evoke scenes different from those of the same old crowd round the custom-house counter, and same old dishes on the boardinghouse table, with characters unlike those of the same old acquaintances they meet in the same old way every day in the same old street. And as, in real life, the proprieties will not allow people to act out themselves with that unreserve permitted to the stage; so, in books of fiction, they look not only for more entertainment, but, at bottom, even for more reality, than real life itself can show. Thus, though they want novelty, they want nature, too; but nature unfettered, exhilarated, in effect transformed. In this way of thinking, the people in a fiction, like the people in a play, must dress as nobody exactly dresses, talk as nobody exactly talks, act as nobody exactly acts. It is with fiction as with religion: it should present another world, and yet one to which we feel the tie.

If, then, something is to be pardoned to well-meant endeavor, surely a little is to be allowed to that writer who, in all his scenes, does but seek to minister to what, as he understands it, is the implied wish of the more indulgent lovers of entertainment, before whom harlequin can never appear in a coat too parti-colored, or cut capers too fantastic.
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>>25390377
taking this opportunity to repost one of my favorite /lit/ funnies
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>>25390377
always niggas who have read like 5 books in their lives saying shit like this
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>>25390927
I have read a total of 1983 books and counting.
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>>25390437
>I'm super sad cause I boughted this book after reading the dream of a ridiculous man, which is one of my favourite books ever
I'm gonna find you, and I will not try to convince you, I will straight up end you.
Father Zosima collection of monographs was nice I must say.
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He was writing a kino sequel.
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It's not even Dostoevsky's best novel.
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>>25390437
>nobody talks like that
Bratan, the whole Tolstoyevskyan shtick is
>yuo see even the village rapist has profound inner monologue and it could very well be you too see we're totally not an aids ridden shithole, da?
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>>25390377
>even the front page blurb admits that dosto's tedious monologues are a fucking drag
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>>25390785
this is too real, did Dostoyevsky write this post ?



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