The Brothers Karamazov
Around 800 pages
I was just reading something, I think it was Hemingway's A Moveable Feast, where the narrator said that The Brothers Karamazov can only be read and enjoyed once. I am going to have to take his word for it, as I never plan on trying to read this again. Brilliant? Yes. Grueling? Absolutely.
I don't think even know where to begin my summary of this one. I suppose the plot is kind of secondary to the philosophical discussions in the novel, but I am a stickler, so here goes. Um...patricide? Confusing pet names? Brothers? Karamazovs?
This is Dostoyevsky's final novel. I know many people proclaim this to be his masterpiece. Perhaps it is. He certainly packed the book with enough philosophical material for the reader to use it as a blueprint for how to live life. Still, the sheer density of the book precludes it from being an enjoyable read. I fell in love with The Idiot (fortunately, talking about the novel this time) because he told an engaging story that happened to be sprinkled with insight.
I can't believe I am finally through with Dostoyevsky. I'll miss you, even though you were kind of a sleazeball.
Sigmund Freud called this "the most magnificent novel ever written."
A copy of this book was found on Leo Tolstoy's nightstand when he died.
UP NEXT: Ben-Hur by Lew Wallace. Ugh, I already had to sit through the movie and now I have to read it? Damn the Listmakers and my dog-like obedience to authority.