One of the “big” books that I
wanted to read during my wife and daughter’s prolonged stay in Brazil. I
succeeded, but at times it was honestly quite hard.
The Idiot started off as possibly my favourite Dostoevsky novel, mostly
because Lev is such a wonderful character (or maybe I’m biased and he’s
actually just a 19th century Russian version of Forrest Gump?), but
after Part I the book just goes on and on a bit too much, and I actually often
struggled to keep track of who the characters were (Aglaya and Nastasia in
particular merged into one at multiple points).
It’s undeniably my fault to a
very large extent – I should have put a more serious effort in reading the book
instead of going through most of it during lulls at work (shh…) – but, for want
of a better term, after 200 pages I just started to find the book a bit boring.
And after dismissing a Dostoevsky novel with a banal word like “boring”, I have
officially lost every credibility as a reader/blogger/pseudo-intellectual/human
being…
No comments:
Post a Comment