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Fyodor Dostoevsky: Book Review

Fyodor Dostoevsky

It sounds a weird combination of presumptuous and downright comical to say that when I was in my early twenties I had a “Russian phase.”  After a less than inspiring academic track record in high school, I was starting to fancy myself a “reader” and began to read as many impressive-sounding books as I could.  Many of these were Russian.  Tolstoy, Turgenev, Solzhenitsyn… And, of course, Dostoevsky.  

Though in hindsight my understanding of the themes and the Russian social, religious, and political realities that inspired these writers was minimal (to put it mildly), I cheerily trudged through works like Crime and PunishmentDevilsThe IdiotNotes from the Underground, and The Brothers Karamazov.  I felt very learned and “cultured” reading these books in my basement in a small prairie town.  And virtuous.  While others were, I was pleased to assume, reading whatever fluff was taking up space on the bestsellers list at the local bookstore, was heroically struggling through (and being improved by) the classics.  I was reading old Russians, and that made me important.

Whatever my motives and however dimly I comprehended what I read, I look back on those few years fondly.  I enjoyed my time with the Russians—and especially Dostoevsky.  I may not have understood much, but when I read Dostoevsky, I entered another world—a world full of pathos and heroic moral struggle, a world of great faith and doubt and mental anguish, a world full of noble suffering and spiritual vitality, a world full of tortured characters who wrestled with the biggest questions of life—questions about the nature of truth, freedom, morality, and love.  It was a world that I often couldn’t wait to return to.

I often think about rereading some of Dostoevsky’s books, but the road from “thinking about” to “doing,” alas, often remains untraveled for me.  I did, however, pick up Peter Leithart’s little contribution to Thomas Nelson’s “Christian Encounters” series called Fyodor Dostoevsky a while back in the hopes that it would jog my memory and inspire me to revisit some of these classic novels.  At the very least, I hoped, it would be interesting to get reacquainted with a fascinating historical figure.

Leithart’s is an interesting project.  It is a fictionalized re-telling of Dostoevsky’s life constructed around journal entries, conversations, and various events gleaned from larger biographies, Dostoevsky’s own writings, as well as diaries from his wife Anna.  Through this collection of sources, we learn of, among other things, Dostoevsky’s early life, his brush with death at the hands of a Russian firing squad, his subversive political views, his oft-frustrated literary aspirations, his disdain for “mechanical” German culture, his problems with gambling and alcohol, his romantic misadventures, his rivalry with Ivan Turgenev, his deep love for Russia and his conviction that his people would lead the way toward a universal brotherhood of all nations, and, ultimately, the remarkable literary achievements that  would cement his status as a literary giant and a Russian hero.  A life like Dostoevsky’s cannot possibly be retold in an uninteresting way.

And yet, it must be said that the book reads somewhat awkwardly.  It reads like a collection of quotes speeches and recorded conversations that are uncomfortably squeezed into an engineered narrative context.  Which is more or less what it is, I think.  I found the book to lack any kind of flow.  It seemed like Leithart had a bunch of important events and speeches and diary entries from Dostoevsky’s life that he wanted to put in a book, and he simply tried to piece together a kind of crude story to link them all together.  It’s not that he completely fails—the reader does move through Dostoevsky’s life more or less chronologically, and does get a decent sense of important events that shaped his writing—it’s just that, at least for me, the end result feels forced and unnatural.  It feels less like the story of a life than it does a patchwork assembly of a bunch of events from a life.

For those looking for a decent introduction into the person and work of Dostoevsky, I would, with some mild reservations, recommend this book.  It is the kind of book that I probably would have profited from reading prior to naively diving into the Russian deep end in my early twenties.  It would have given me the basic historical framework that I (mostly) lacked, as well as a useful glimpse into the man behind the strange and beautiful stories I was reading.  Fyodor Dostoevsky is a short read, and it does deliver on the implied intention of a series called “Christian Encounters.”  You will encounter Fyodor Dostoevsky here.  And, hopefully, this initial encounter will provide motivation to seek a longer and more fruitful introduction in the writings of Dostoevsky himself.

I received a copy of Fyodor Dostoevsky courtesy of Booksneeze’s review program.

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  1. You inspire me to get back to the old Russians. I’ve read Tolstoy and Solz. but I don’t think I’ve ever read a whole book by Dovtoevsky. Must! — In a Russian phase of my own at the moment, because H. and I are taking a tour to Moscow and St. Petersburg in summer, but it’s Robert Conquest’s life of Stalin. Grim stuff.

    June 4, 2012
    • Yes, Dora, you must read Dostoevsky! Especially if you’re going to Russia this summer. I am trying my best not to be envious… My wife and I have been plotting a trip to Moscow and St. Petersburg for a while now, but it is likely a ways off on the horizon. I look forward to reading your reflections on what sounds like a fascinating trip, however grim :).

      June 4, 2012
    • Tyler #

      Off topic of the post, but Simon Sebag’s two works on Stalin, ‘the court of the red csar’ and ‘young stalin,’ are two amazing works on Stalin.

      June 5, 2012
      • Thanks, Tyler.

        June 5, 2012
      • Thanks for the tip, Tyler. — Stalin’s grim, Ryan, but I suspect the trip itself will be wonderful. I’ll see if I can squeeze in some Dov. before I go!

        June 5, 2012
  2. I read the Brothers K, C & P, and the Idiot several years ago. It can be difficult to push your way through, but you’re right it’s very rewarding. I think Dost. was better than Tolstoy at exploring spiritual themes and struggles. Tolstoy was better at portraying life all its rich detail. What I remember mostly from Dost was how intensely real and passionate everyone was in the books. Made me want to be real and passionate myself!

    June 6, 2012
    • So true, Chris. His characters are memorable for the intensity of their struggles, for the wild swings from joy to despair, ecstasy to madness, etc. I remember thinking as I read many of his books, “where do people like this exist?!” But you’re right, the characters certainly make you want to be more alive to life!

      June 6, 2012

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