When I studied all things Russian at university, unfortunately wordprocessing, let alone email, blogging etc, didn’t exist. This meant all of the essays I wrote about Dostoevsky and his novels were handwritten and eventually consigned to the history of the dustbin when I moved abroad in the late Nineties. How I wish I had been able to save them on a hard or virtual drive somewhere.
But I couldn’t, which means I don’t have a single word I’ve written about the novels of Dostoevsky to refer to. The other day I discovered a second hand bookshop close to my house in Palermo, Buenos Aires which had a handful of books in English. Among them The Idiot. Tomorrow I go on holiday – ten days to Salvador de Bahia and Morro de Sao Paulo – the last six of them in a hotel in the middle of nowhere. My idea is to reread The Idiot, which I’ve always regarded as my favourite ever novel, and blog while I read, making notes on the impressions I gain each day, saving my favourite quotes to be able to refer back to more easily, and actually Google the Holbein and be able to look at it while I read about it, unlike back in the Eighties when I didn’t have the wherewithal.
If you’ve made your way here it must mean you’re either a friend of mine or a friend of Fyodor’s. Either way I hope you find something interesting to enjoy about The Idiot and might even be moved to join in the discussion. Удачи!