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every truly great story is about watching a grown man get abused
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mariam and i were talking about lizaveta prokofyevna embroidering all myshkin's clothes post-canon because he likes the texture and so he always knows he's not putting them on inside out and now i cant think about anything else
love when people who read rus lit call the characters by the endearing nicknames, like yeah thats your pal rodya right there
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The Brothers Karamazov’s characters are so well written because you can like and dislike all of the brothers for their own reasons and often hate them for the same reason you love them.
Like I’m so fond of Alyosha for his wholesomeness, but at the same time there’s an irritation at how perfect he is. Ivan’s ideas make me think most critically, but they also scare me to the point where I don’t want to think about them too hard… Dmitri’s passionate antics entertain me the most, but also frustrate me to no end. And Pavel’s place in the family intrigues me the most, but his role in the end twists that same intrigue into horror.
I just aragagahgaga i love LOVE the theme of duality present in the story its so delicious and ive been eating it up
Fyodor Dostoyevsky: The Brothers Karamazov
Ох уж эти фильтры.
Вот продолжение. а наказание - это голова-яйцо. Вот так вот..
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back on it (also just realised this is day 4 NOTTT 5 i didnt post three because it was buns)
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this idea came to me in half wakefulness and have dream. tbh i dont do as much fantasy things as when i was younger but still the same point
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the character of all time
Okay, what the fuck. How was I supposed to know that the most famous Russian literature is crammed end to end with kindness, understanding, and mercy? That it orbits in arcs (with Dostoevsky especially) around the most broken and hideous parts of human nature, then in doing so shows you the thread that connects every person, the suffering that leads to suffering, and then says they aren't the ones who are grotesque, it is the world that made them this way, it is the grotesquerie in all of us. That all the evil in this world comes from people, but so does all the good.
And that even petty spite for its own sake is a greater freedom than promised by scientific rationalism and neoliberal enlightened self-interest. Even spite has the seeds of compassion. Every human is worthy of our understanding. The meaning you attain in life is what you bring to it. Meaning is beyond scaffolding of logic and socialism. It is beyond thoughts. It is beyond justifications. It is beyond love.
Reading a little about Dostoevsky's life, I also think (once the context were explained a little) he'd be all about public defenders. That guy was literally led to a scaffold and prepared for execution, then reprieved at the last minute and sent to hard labor prison for four years. That is fucked beyond words and he came out of it with love and mercy and horrors all together flowing out of his... pen? Typewriter? What was the state of bookwriting technology around then? Fuck it I don't know.
What I'm saying is that literally everything I talk about here is in Dostoevsky's books. It's not like I thought I was the first person to discover the wisdom in these ideas, but to find it so lovingly and intricately grown in a place far in time and space is awe-inspiring. It's a very small feeling and a very big feeling at the same time.
i needed to post okay