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To be acutely conscious is a disease, a real, honest-to-goodness disease.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground
Notes from Underground by Eric Bogosian
“You will be kissed on the back of your neck, and flowers will be strewn at your feet… but you will not believe in your own happiness, you will not believe it.”
Notes from Underground ~ by Fyodor Dostoevsky
Eric Bogosian // Notes from Underground
I hate how some people performatively read Dostoevsky. They're always... so anti intellectual it hurts. They groan on about how a single one of his works will "utterly destroy you", ignoring the human joy found in his works. They read White Nights and hate Nastenka, they call her a terrible person. That, or they hate the narrator and call him pathetic. You couldn't say you relate to him without someone saying "so you get no play?" completely ignoring how isolated the narrator felt in life always, aside from Nastenka. They read Notes From Underground and put Mitski's music over a photo of the first paragraph, "I am a sick man, I am a spiteful man, I believe there is something wrong with my liver" and act like it's the saddest thing they've ever read, when that's SUPPOSED to be funny. You're supposed to read it with the intonation of a Monty Python character. I think all of this is due to the false narrative of "Russian literature be like I will die" when if you read a damn piece of Russian literature without that incessant notion of tragedy—and looked at it without that assumption of sadness that society shoves down our throats, you'd find something wonderfully hilarious and filled with the indomitable human spirit striving towards joy and truth. I don't have the stats for this, but I'd bet that most of the world's satire is Russian, Ukrainian, or Soviet.
Whenever I have a bad day I just look over to my bookshelf at the cover of Eric being in bondage and being stepped on by his wife and then everything is right in the world