There are books that make me think, and there are books that make me squirm. Dostoevsky’s Notes from Underground manages both - a confessional so raw it feels like eavesdropping on a man’s nervous breakdown, with philosophy as his chosen weapon. It’s not so much a novel as an exorcism, written in ink and bile. … Continue reading Notes from Underground
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A Symposium of Souls
Every age writes its own dialogues. Plato had Athens, with wine and philosophers reclining in the glow of Socratic irony. I have my own fireside, bottles scattered across an oak table, and a cast of minds whose shadows have shaped my own: Hardy, Wilde, Dostoevsky, Nietzsche, Jung, Scruton - and, for my own amusement, Hartley … Continue reading A Symposium of Souls
Navigating the Labyrinth: A Whimsical Critique of Dostoevsky’s The Idiot
There’s no shortage of fools wandering the earth, and I’ll freely admit, I’ve had my share of bumbling moments as well. The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky, despite its formidable reputation in the canon of Russian literature, is essentially the literary equivalent of that one friend who shows up to the party in mismatched socks and … Continue reading Navigating the Labyrinth: A Whimsical Critique of Dostoevsky’s The Idiot
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