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Crime and Punishment
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My star rating is purely subjective and means only what GR says it means: I didn't like it. It didn't mean anything to me, sadly, and I didn't even find it to be an interesting story. I'm not saying it's a terrible book; in fact, I'd be very interested to hear what others think (reviews are a bit light for this book here I see).
First, I have a confession to make: I got two thirds of the way through and skimmed the rest. Well, worse than that: I flipped through and got the gist, but such is the way it's written you can't even skim. I just really had to put the book to rest, and it made me feel miserable thinking about making myself keep reading it. Reading should never make you miserable, so I did something I rarely ever do, and it nags at me but, well, there you have it.
The premise sounds interesting, and I had high hopes it would be one that would suck me in and captivate me. It's not that I had particularly high expectations - I didn't really have any expectations, though I thought it might be heavy on the intellectual side of things - but it was apparent from fairly early on that it wasn't going to be my kind of book.
It's Petersburg and a young student, Raskolnikov, is pawning his only valuables to an old crone, Alyona Ivanovna, who lives in a small apartment with her sister Lizaveta. He hasn't been able to afford to go to uni in several months, and his dress and manner makes him seem even lower class than he is. In desperation he hatches a plan to murder Alyona and rob her. He carries this out, killing not just her but her simple-minded sister who returns home unexpectedly, and in his fear and haste flees the scene with only some pawned trinkets and a small pouch.
His guilt manifests itself in fever and delirium, and he behaves very strangely thereafter. His friend and fellow student, Razumikhin, puts up with an awful lot and generously gives his time and efforts to help Raskolnikov; his mother, Pulcheria Alexandrovna and his sister, Dunechka, come to town to prepare for Dunya's marriage to an odious man; and Raskolnikov becomes somewhat obsessed with the family of a poor alcoholic who dies early on, in particular his eldest daughter Sonya, who had to become a prostitute in order to make some money for her family.
There's a lot of twoing and froing, a lot of agonising on Raskolnikov's part, and a lot of exclaiming. I wouldn't even have minded but Raskolnikov became such a bore, I didn't even want to slap, I just wanted to ignore him. It comes down mostly to the way it was written, which I didn't care for and which made the book a real slog.
I know this is some kind of work of genius, but if that's true, then I just felt stupid. It all seemed pretty obvious to me. No doubt if I made the effort I could see something special here, but it's like The Red and the Black - other people find the psychological melodrama truly fascinating, but to me, it's just melodrama, which I loathe. There's also no mystery, and not much suspense. There's a somewhat clever police inspector investigating the murder, but the game of cat-and-mouse the blurb enticed me with fell flat pretty quickly, and there was nothing left to hold me.
The blurb describes the book as "a preternaturally acute investigation of the forces that impel a man toward sin, suffering and grace." Uh huh. You can tell I'm really impressed can't you? It reads more like an account of a man going mad and being really self-centred, but after my sorry lack of appreciation for the equally masterful The Red and the Black, is it any surprise that I didn't like this book at all? If you're looking for a good story, this isn't it.
First, I have a confession to make: I got two thirds of the way through and skimmed the rest. Well, worse than that: I flipped through and got the gist, but such is the way it's written you can't even skim. I just really had to put the book to rest, and it made me feel miserable thinking about making myself keep reading it. Reading should never make you miserable, so I did something I rarely ever do, and it nags at me but, well, there you have it.
The premise sounds interesting, and I had high hopes it would be one that would suck me in and captivate me. It's not that I had particularly high expectations - I didn't really have any expectations, though I thought it might be heavy on the intellectual side of things - but it was apparent from fairly early on that it wasn't going to be my kind of book.
It's Petersburg and a young student, Raskolnikov, is pawning his only valuables to an old crone, Alyona Ivanovna, who lives in a small apartment with her sister Lizaveta. He hasn't been able to afford to go to uni in several months, and his dress and manner makes him seem even lower class than he is. In desperation he hatches a plan to murder Alyona and rob her. He carries this out, killing not just her but her simple-minded sister who returns home unexpectedly, and in his fear and haste flees the scene with only some pawned trinkets and a small pouch.
His guilt manifests itself in fever and delirium, and he behaves very strangely thereafter. His friend and fellow student, Razumikhin, puts up with an awful lot and generously gives his time and efforts to help Raskolnikov; his mother, Pulcheria Alexandrovna and his sister, Dunechka, come to town to prepare for Dunya's marriage to an odious man; and Raskolnikov becomes somewhat obsessed with the family of a poor alcoholic who dies early on, in particular his eldest daughter Sonya, who had to become a prostitute in order to make some money for her family.
There's a lot of twoing and froing, a lot of agonising on Raskolnikov's part, and a lot of exclaiming. I wouldn't even have minded but Raskolnikov became such a bore, I didn't even want to slap, I just wanted to ignore him. It comes down mostly to the way it was written, which I didn't care for and which made the book a real slog.
I know this is some kind of work of genius, but if that's true, then I just felt stupid. It all seemed pretty obvious to me. No doubt if I made the effort I could see something special here, but it's like The Red and the Black - other people find the psychological melodrama truly fascinating, but to me, it's just melodrama, which I loathe. There's also no mystery, and not much suspense. There's a somewhat clever police inspector investigating the murder, but the game of cat-and-mouse the blurb enticed me with fell flat pretty quickly, and there was nothing left to hold me.
The blurb describes the book as "a preternaturally acute investigation of the forces that impel a man toward sin, suffering and grace." Uh huh. You can tell I'm really impressed can't you? It reads more like an account of a man going mad and being really self-centred, but after my sorry lack of appreciation for the equally masterful The Red and the Black, is it any surprise that I didn't like this book at all? If you're looking for a good story, this isn't it.
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What you say about the subjectivity of these "stars" is very true. I read Crime and Punishment in the 11th grade as part of a research paper. Picked out at random from a list of "great books" my English teacher Mr. Hartman gave the class, I fell in love with Dostoevsky and thoroughly enjoyed the novel, as well his other work.
Yet I don't like Turgenev and loathe Tolstoy (I couldn't make it through War and Peace it was so boring).
Over even Fyodor, however, I would recommend reading anything by Anton Chekhov. He's a master short story writer and playwright so you wouldn't have to invest mountains of time in reading mountains of prose. I forget the website now, but there's a page that posts all of his short stories online.

I enjoyed Anna Karenina and I'd like to read War and Peace, but I find it a bit daunting. Same with Les Miserables, because I heard they both have long sections of, what would you call it, "dry reading"?
I was surprised at the violence in Crime and Punishment, it was quite brutal. For me, if I can't take an interest in the characters then the whole book becomes a trial - unless the prose is something special. I found the prose here to be very clunky and awkward.


(We are still wondering what happened to the kid who used to be obsessed with sports and wouldn't read anything longer than an ESPN magazine - now he's reading Dostoevsky and Thoreau for fun.)


That and everyone having nine versions of their name was a bit irritating.

Are you joking? I didn't know that there were a set of rules for how reading should make one feel. Supposedly, television makes people feel pretty good about themselves. Granted, that good feeling is pretty much artificial, but it seems as though someone like yourself wouldn't be able to tell the difference.


I'm just saying that maybe you should avoid making inane statements like these. What exactly does that mean anyway?

The statement is clear, that the classic Russian authors mentioned have a very distinct writing style and a lot to say that may be hard to take.

Life is too short to read something that you are not interested in, which I believe (and correct me if I am wrong Shannon) is what she was getting at, and the reason she set this book aside.
If this book is your ultimate favorite, Jimmy, that's great. More power to you, but Shannon is entitled to her opinion and her reviews. Not everyone must enjoy a classic just because it is categorized as one.

This isn't my favorite book either. I haven't even finished it yet. My statements had less to do with that particular book, and much more to do with lazy criticism. I wouldn't even really have cared if Shannon had said that she hated the book. My problem was that she seemed to have no critical context beyond how miserable it was. The review basically consisted of a bland recapitulation of the plot, and ended with a bunch of entirely subjective complaints about how self-centered Raskolnikov is. What I'm wondering is just how this is supposed to be helpful to other people who are curious about reading the book.
And of course everyone is entitled to their own opinions. Who cares if I made a judgement about you. I could care less about who you are. You can direct as much criticism my way as you care to. I could really give a shit. I'm just sick of people adhering to such a standard set of cliches about what fiction owes the reader.

I think I must be missing something here, Gin, because it seems to me that you are implying that because authors are now pretty much free to write whatever they want, readers are free to choose to be blase or dismissive of their work, but if we decide to read something that was written by someone who didn't have that freedom or luxury, then they must either love or hate it. Interesting.
By the way, I certainly appreciate all those authors who died (or almost died) for their art in order to bring us to where we are today, but I disagree that a book should be respected on that basis alone, if it is not enjoyed by the reader.
Jimmy, I personally think that Shannon's review was helpful to those curious about the book. She gave a description of what she got (or failed to get, as the case may be) out of the book, and why.
You should probably not read any of my reviews, they are certainly not expert text evaluations, haha!

Firstly, my reference to Russian authors being very hard-hitting is a personal reflection, because I remember what it was like reading, say, Anna Karenina (an equally "miserable" book, in subject matter, but one which I enjoyed). I love books that put me through the emotional wringer, like the latter book did, but this wasn't one of them. It read very forced to me.
Secondly, Becky was right, I was referring to the act of reading, nothing else - I say so quite clearly. Some people hate reading, which makes me sad, but as someone who loves reading all kinds of books (and who hardly watches an hour of tv a week), there's too much going on in my own life and too many other books to read, to force myself to read a book which I didn't find particularly well written or interesting.
I'm sorry you didn't like my review, Jimmy, but I wrote what I needed to say about it and nothing more. Different books call for different responses, and the act of reading, enjoying and interpreting books is entirely subjective. There's no right or wrong review. If I'd said "This book sucks" then that would have been a shitty review. Actually it wouldn't have been a review at all. But essentially, you can argue anything as long as you can back it up.
Your complaint is that the review was "lazy criticism" - from my perspective, I felt strongly about a book I didn't enjoy reading, and made a very strong effort to figure out why I reacted that way. Everyone reads for different things, different reasons, and connects in different ways. When I read I want believable characters and an emotional connection of some kind. A strong literary character can really carry a book, and a strong emotional connection - even a negative one (especially a negative one), will make it hard for me to separate my own life from the book. I love books that dig their claws into me and even ones that make me somewhat depressed. I read a variety of books that answer to or create different emotional reactions, and by no means are they all "happy" books.
I love books with "difficult" protagonists, characters who are essentially unlikeable or are hard to reconcile your instincts with, like Humbert Humbert. I enjoy reading books that make me question my own instinctive responses to issues and personality types, and that don't reduce things to simple black and white.
My problem with this book, I think, is that the writing forced a character on me and didn't allow me to form my own impressions and ideas.
Perhaps you should join a book club, Jimmy - you'll find that everyone reads the same book in different ways, and it's a very fascinating thing to see. Our reactions to books aren't always easy to express, though.
Finally, you say "I'm just sick of people adhering to such a standard set of cliches about what fiction owes the reader. " Your reaction seems to stem from my using the all-inclusive "you" - which is also a hypothetical "you", when talking about how reading shouldn't make you feel miserable. I still feel that way, but it is how I feel - or felt after reading this particular book. I'm sorry if you took it to mean I was telling you how to read; that was not my intention, though plenty of people feel that life's too short to spend it reading books you don't care for. It certainly won't be the last book to make me feel this way, and it usually wouldn't be enough to make me stop reading it.
I'm not about to start worrying about how you might read and interpret my reviews, but discussing this with you is certainly very interesting, and reminds me that once you have written something down it no longer belongs to you, but is open to interpretation and debate - the same can be said of reviews, it seems, as of the books themselves.

On a side note, I tried to read The Idiot and just couldn't do it, so I can understand where you're coming from on this review. Also, I read Les Miserables a long time ago and remember absolutely loving it.

I'd quite like to try Les Miserables, but I'm not sure what's a good edition to read. Any recs?

You shouldn't read literature, if I may be so kind.

Even a narcissist like myself acknowledges his limits. ("For an egoist, any harm done is never intentional. But nevertheless, it is being done.")


Not sure what the relevance of the page numbers has to do with anything.

I think the most interesting part in terms of philosophy is when Raskolnikov talks about an article he wrote for the newspaper. (Part 3, Ch. 5) In terms of game it's the converstaion between Raskolnikov & Porfiry (Part 4, Ch. 5 & 6)

And yet another bold guess - maybe a translation just isn't good enough? because i remember reading it in russian and it appeared all but boring to me.
anyway, no doubt, the book is just bound to be less informative and clear for a foreign reader, simply because Fedor Mikhailovich wrote it in a very specific time, staying within a certain literary tradition, thus his text should be seen in correspondence with historic and literary traits of the epoch.

Maybe it is the translation, but I doubt it. That's too simplistic an excuse. And I love books with complicated, unlikeable characters, so it'd be nice if people (not you) ceased patronising me on this. It certainly did have an impact on me, just not in a positive way.
Here's the thing - it's okay for people to hate - yes, hate - certain English-language classics, but not to hate a Russian one? Plenty of people think certain English classics are boring, badly written etc., and while others can see that as a sadly missed opportunity to read deeper, they're not "bashed" for it. It's the disagreements that make it all interesting. We all actively read differently.
I'm not saying this defensively, just trying to point out that no book is above critique, or sacred. Certainly not this one.

One of the many realizations I've made about this novel is its universal nature. "Crime and Punishment" is something so metaphorical that I do not think of the characters as people I can "relate or not relate to" , but as CONCEPTS, bundles of ideas, of morals, of pieces of life. That I find to be the greatest wonder of the novel...how it can intricately weave a tapestry of human nature with its character introspection...in fact, one of the points I think Dostoevsky is trying to convey is that human nature is CRUEL; if one does not relate to cruelty, to inhuman qualities of a human being, one will of course be unable to relate to this character. It will in fact be impossible. But being the thorough reader I am, I picked up on all nuances of human mind, thus far in my read, and I am overwhelmed and simply gobsmacked at the accuracy and brilliancy of their depiction...it takes time to understand this novel, I've concluded.
You are entirely correct in accusing Raskolnikov in lack of excitement, and it is indeed a miserable read. Though personally I thought there was plenty of excitement in Raskolnikov, maybe not directly in himself, but what he represents, and excitement that derives from analysis of these concepts (EDIT: social struggle, redemption, corruption within society/individuals, sacrifice, and ironically LOVE...). These concepts are incredibly hard to write about, for me in this comment, not to mention how much genius it must take to write such a deep psychological analysis.
Also:
The ending is what really makes this book unique.

They were real, though - I think that's what you mean by the accuracy and brilliancy of their depiction? Sometimes, most of the time, we shy away from too-real characters. Northrop Frye wrote about this in The Educated Imagination and can explain better than I can.
Hmm, yes, this is definitely one of those books that you should come to somewhat prepared, rather than going in blindly. But I find that I read for two things above all else: style of writing (prose), and character development. Those two things are what can make or break a novel for me.



I share your dislike of "Raskolnikov" and suspect that was precisely Dostoevsky's intention.
He wrote the book after release from prison for political agitation, during the short-lived period of the political and social reforms of Alexander II. Dostoevsky had lost some of his youthful enthusiasm for revolutionary change; he certainly came to question whether the reforms were worth their toll in human lives.
"Raskolnikov" represents the revolutionary who values progress without the slightest consideration of the human suffering it can create. I think Dostoevsky came to revile such persons; at the end of the story, Dostoevsky has "Raskolnikov" seemingly returning to the Church, which was then and remains today one of the most reactionary institutions in Russia. There could be no more obvious rejection of 19th century Russian reformism than that simple act.
I have now read several books in which the main character was not a good guy (Blood Meridian, Darkness at Noon, Crime and Punishment). Such stories, I believe, are quite different from what I call the "American Story." Three acts, protagonist versus antagonist, the good guy wins. Gary Kurtz recently remembered the wonderful filmmaker, Billy Wilder thusly:
"I took a master class with Billy Wilder once and he said that in the first act of a story you put your character up in a tree and the second act you set the tree on fire and then in the third you get him down,� Kurtz said. (I cannot imagine a better definition of what I call the "American Story."
I certainly enjoy "American Stories" and Star Wars in particular. I also enjoy non-American Stories, which are altogether different. I hesitate to call myself post-Modern, but I do enjoy non-linear stories and characters with deep, deep flaws. Thomas Pynchon and Cormac McCarthy are my favorite writers in that regard.
Diff'rent strokes, I suppose.




From the OP's review, There's also no mystery, and not much suspense. If this is true, then what IS suspense for you? Please enlighten me. Because if you are looking for a generic feeling of suspense, don't look for it in Dostoevsky. Go read Agatha Christie or something. It doesn't require any outside knowledge or research, just a box of popcorn and boredom.



With that being said, I find it extremely arrogant that some people assume that everyone should like the same books they like. Different books speak to each of us at different times. What I might not like reading now may be a completely enjoyable experience in the future. Perhaps I have gone through different experiences and have pondered certain questions that may seem trivial or irrelevant to others, or vice versa, issues which the author has focused on and speaks of. There is no need for anyone to feel threatened because someone doesn't like the same book. Someone's opinion does not in any way lower the value of the author's work.


Absolutely. All books should be rainbows and sunshine. Now, let us all have a group reading of Curious George and ignore all the sadness in the world.

I promise the world will read your book and not get your brilliance.

And must add, I just love that some people think GR is some kind of serious literary review system instead of simply a social media outlet for books, in which reviewing a book is optional, not mandatory. Respecting someone else's opinion without nasty comments should be mandatory, but sadly this is not the case!!




Grow up and learn to accept that others have opinions you have no control over and your judgement is not final!!
