I'm reading Dostoyevsky for the first time. I'm enjoying the style now especially because my life during break resembles his prone-to-tangent mumblings. The plot recently accelerated (that's my impression, anyway) with the narrator forcing his presence on four old friends for a dinner party. They all despise him and he despises them, but he shows up anyway, only to arrive an hour early because they "forgot" to mention the time change. He is so disgustingly and legitimately arrogant. Legitimate because they are all idiots. The thought process and the
dialogue
weave together for a stunningly authentic (and often embarrassing) depiction of a person. He seems to strive for humiliation so as to encounter reality.
I just reread the last few paragraphs of this post and they remind me of a cheesy book review. Sorry about that.
But it's good so far and I'm excited to finish it before I fly to Florida.
If plans pan out as planned, I'll read Wind-up Bird Chronicle next.
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