I’m not sure I can talk about this book. At least, not until I discuss it with the undergrad I am mentoring and who studies Russian and wrote a paper comparing this to The Brothers Karamazov (have I mentioned lately how much I enjoy living in a nerd city?)…she actually skimmed the book when we picked it up at the library, ensuring that this translation would be acceptable.
But what can I say? I loved the tension, the guilt, the insanity. I loved all of the scoundrels that kept popping up. I continue to understand (mainly by my general lack of understanding) why most people read Russian literature in classes devoted to the genre.
murder, in theory,
is a lot easier than