Well, after the bashing by Vikas (specially on the blog) i feel compelled to write something. Since i have nothing else to write about now, i thought i’ll just post a review of The Brothers Karamazov that i wrote. To cut the long story short it is my 2nd favoraite book (the 1st being Atlas Shrugged) and God knows i read a lot. So read it.
Anyways here is the review –
The Brothers Karamazov is a murder mystery, a courtroom drama, and an exploitation of erotic rivalry in a series of triangular love affairs involving Karamazov and his three sons- the impulsive and sensual Dmitri; the coldly rational Ivan; and the healthy young novice Aloysha. Through the gripping events of their story, Dostoevsky portrays the social and spiritual strivings in what was both a golden age and a tragic turning point in Russian culture.
The Brothers Karamazov is a joyful book. Readers who know what is “about” may find this an intolerably whimsical statement. It does have moments of joy, but they are only moments; the rest is greed, lust, squalor, unredeemed suffering, and a sometimes terrifying darkness. But the book is joyful in another sense: in its energy and curiosity, in its formal inventiveness, in the mystery of its writing. And therefore finally, in its vision .This paradox is not peculiar to The Brothers Karamazov. The manner of the Brothers Karamazov is essentially comic, as opposed to its matter and its humor erupts at the most unexpected moments. It is a comedy of style which, again paradoxically, in no way detracts from the realism “in the highest sense” that Dostoevsky claimed as the principle of his art. The seriousness of the art is not the same as the seriousness of philosophy, or the seriousness of injustice.
This acclaimed last and magnificent level does justice to all its levels of artistry and invention: as murder mystery, black comedy, pioneering work of psychological realism, and enduring statement about freedom, sin and suffering.
Read this Book. Twice.