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Updated: May 19, 2025
This evening she had twisted the words of Dostoevsky to suit her mood a fatalistic mood to proclaim that the process of discovery was life, and that, presumably, the nature of one's goal mattered not at all.
It would be foolish, I know, to pretend to sum up Dostoevsky as a contortionist; but he has that element in him. Mr. Conrad suggests a certain vice of misshapenness in Dostoevsky when he praises the characters of Turgenev in comparison with his. "All his creations, fortunate or unfortunate, oppressed and oppressors," he says in his fine tribute to Turgenev in Mr.
But they are never in balance; they are always in demoniacal conflict. Their ups and downs are like the ups and downs in a fight between cat and dog. Even the lust is never, or hardly ever, the lust of a more or less sane man. It is always lust with a knife. Dostoevsky could not have described the sin of Nekhludov in Resurrection.
Incident follows breathlessly upon incident. No melodramatist ever poured out incident upon the stage from such a horn of plenty. His people are energetic and untamed, like cowboys or runaway horses. They might be described as runaway human beings. And Dostoevsky knows how to crowd his stage as only the inveterate melodramatists know.
He tells us that all the "characters" he ever got on his discharge from a ship contained the words "strictly sober," and he claims that he has observed the same sobriety "asceticism of sentiment," he calls it in his literary work as at sea. He has been compared to Dostoevsky, but in his quietism he is the very opposite of Dostoevsky an author, indeed, of whom he has written impatiently.
But the truth is, it is by no means easy to systematize the creed of a creature at war with life, as Dostoevsky was a man tortured by the eternal conflict of the devilish and the divine in his own breast. His work, like his face, bears the mark of this terrible conflict. The novels are the perfect image of the man.
Here, for example, is a characteristic Dostoevsky story put in the Prince's mouth: In the evening I stopped for the night at a provincial hotel, and a murder had been committed there the night before.... Two peasants, middle-aged men, friends who had known each other for a long time and were not drunk, had had tea and were meaning to go to bed in the same room.
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