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Thoughts: Notes from The Underground

Notes from the UndergroundNotes from the Underground by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

With an oppressive intellect stumbling toward wisdom’s faint glimmer, a man afflicted with a malignant mass of consciousness writes of his inescapable suffering. Who is this man? Who are the “gentlemen” he writes to? And if the theater of discourse wages in the confines of The Underground, his mind, how can he seriously entertain it while suffering an awareness of it?

Instinctively, he is a man no different by nature or impulse than the gentlemen to whom he writes or the unintended public who reads his diatribe. He is a man bound by the indestructible laws of nature and emotion from which reason cannot free him. Within a culture that deifies enlightenment as the saving grace of man’s disadvantage, he rages with the awareness that reason brings, enlightening not man but the folly of his passionate impulses. Unfortunately, this awareness does not bring peace but heralds the coming of a metaphysical world war that slaughters the simple justifications which appease man’s most illogical pursuits. The acutely-conscious man suffers an infection of inaction and a bitter toiling within the soul.

Imagine the Garden of Eden – man’s paradise in which nature caters to his every advantage. Of course, free will amounts to the downfall of paradise and, by reason, man has journeyed like a phoenix through hundreds of forms of civilization chasing his escaped paradise. But the conscious man maintains that free will epitomizes his ultimate advantage, on the alter of which all other advantages – prosperity, peace, economic wealth, bought by the power of enlightenment and the shiny glint of reason, will bleed in sacrifice. Man will loosen his hold on all this in order to exercise his free will; even if it means choosing against these advantages. Even if it promises sorrow and suffering, conflict and discord. But the conscious man will dance under the burden of his suffering if he freely chooses it.

And how will this man behave in relation to others? If nature designed man as an interdependent species, what more can a conscious man do but rage against such a dictation and choose solitude and the power to oppress his dictator. And thus drums the violent war machine and hums the domestic brawl, the vile spit of language and the caprice of the conman. No love will twist the fist of choice and reason, no peace will dwell in one who reasons through his emotions.

So I ask, as Dostoyevsky asks, which is better? The blissful ignorance of the direct man of action – comforted by his illogical sense of justice which propels his revenge, encouraging his advantage – or the infectious illness of consciousness uncovering the reasonable loathing of man’s eternal binding to a nature which he cannot deny? Which is better – “cheap happiness or exalted suffering?”

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Posted by on April 25, 2012 in Fyodor Dostoevsky


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Thoughts: The Idiot

The Idiot The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This was not as good as other works by Dostoyevsky, of whom I am a BIG fan. Therefore, saying this is not his best work does not mean it is a bad book. In true Dostoyevsky form, character psychology takes the reins of this plot. Though it is a rather uneventful plot, in my opinion, it is still fairly intriguing; even though it lacks the thrill of Crime and Punishment or the depth of The Brothers Karamazov.

The story revolves around Prince Myshkin who is unfortunately labeled as an idiot. I think Dostoyevsky, if he were silently and considerately sitting next to you, waiting for you to finish the book, would eagerly ask you if you thought the prince was, in fact, an idiot. There are qualities of the prince’s character which reflect Dostoyevsky himself. So one might assert that this book may be Dostoyevsky’s own journey in deciding if he is an idiot. Yet even at the conclusion, there isn’t much of a definitive assertion in the narrative that the prince is or isn’t an idiot. Therefore I think Dostoyevsky may be leaving the judgment entirely up to the public.

I found myself defending the prince. The other character’s in the story found themselves loving and, in a way, depending on the prince in varying levels of relations despite their claims that he is an idiot…a simpleton. Yet are honesty and innocence synonymous with idiocy? Perhaps within certain social constructs, but, in my opinion, not inherently.

Though at the end, the prince makes decisions that are much more difficult to defend. His innocence and sympathy for others lead him to decisions that were judged by others as intellectual intrigue gone too far; resulting in real life consequences in relationships.

I liked the book. Even though it was uneventful and at times a challenge to get through, I still enjoyed the beauty of Dostoyevsky’s narrative and the undeniable talent he has. Because it was the first work he wrote living abroad with the number of re-writes and plot changes and continuous dissatisfaction with it, I would not call it the pinnacle of Dostoyevsky’s career. Some of the book seemed forced. But, again, even after saying this, we’re still talking about Fyodor Dostoyevsky and The Idiot was not half bad.

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Posted by on April 25, 2012 in Fyodor Dostoevsky


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