“These Mr. Know-it-alls are occasionally, even quite frequently, to be met with in a certain social stratum. They know everything, all the restless inquisitiveness of their minds and all their abilities are turned irresistibly in one direction, certainly for lack of more important life interests and perspectives, as a modern thinker would say.”
A little mystery behind old books I found at one of my favorite haunts in Maine. They were in different sections of this labyrinthine store but seem to have been gifted between the same friends with hand written notes inside. According to their response, David and Jane didn‘t enjoy The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. I may never know if they read the love stories by Ivan Turgenev out loud as suggested by Sveta (friend? teacher? doting aunt?). Sigh...
I am half-way but I only feel compelled to read this because it‘s my brothers favorite novel. I tend to notice in many novels things only get good after the half-way mark. I would hope that I have no regrets having spent my time reading this. We shall see. Let me know if you‘ve read any of Dostoevsky‘s works and what you thought!
Barnes and Noble has tables and tables of 50% off books for the next three days, and it includes a lot of titles from their classics series. Y'all, this was the first book that woke up my brain to the sorts of layered meaning literature is capable of. I was 16. It is still at the top of my list. It only cost me $5 and is the translation from the brilliant Constance Garnett. I can't even right now. ♥️😭♥️😭♥️😭