“The fact that Sir Simon Jenkins hates the great Russian novelist [Dostoevsky] is also a major reason for thinking that he [the great Russian novelist] has something worth saying.” [1]
It may be added that Sir Simon and his kind are unlikely to look benignly upon a writer who had them pegged long before they were born — a writer who wrote of indulgence born of fear and cowardice: fear of taking responsibility, fear of appearing out of step with the times, fear of appearing authoritarian in opposition to prevailing liberal slogans, fear at last of what is unleashed in a younger generation; and cowardice in the face of it all.
[1] Michael Burleigh, “What can we learn from Dostoevsky about terrorism?”, Standpoint Online, 18th August 2008.
11 comments:
I've been saving the Russian novelists for my retirement. Or its first winter perhaps. This summer, so-called, I thought I'd re-read Wuthering Heights, only to discover that I hadn't read it before. I stand amazed that it hasn't been banned as anti-Gypsy propaganda.
I am not much of a novel-reader, but I make an exception for the Russkies, especially for dearly beloved Dostoevsky.
I haven't read Wuthering Heights; do you recommend that I do so?
"I stand amazed that it hasn't been banned as anti-Gypsy propaganda."
Give it time, Dearieme, and they might do something worse: expurgate it.
"I haven't read Wuthering Heights; do you recommend that I do so?"
Nope: rather girly, but not in a Jane Austen way.
I plan to continue my campaign of reading novels I know I've read just to see if I really have. Next, Jane Eyre.
This is distinct from my experience of re-reading a novel that I really had read before, only to decide that I can't understand what I saw in it the first time. Example: Middlemarch.
For me it is Russian music.
By which I mean I love listening to it.
If Putin gets his way there will soon be more Russian music. Chopin.
If that happens I'll start a charity to raise funds for the 'Cursed Soldiers'.
Oh bugger. I go away for a couple of weeks and return to find you've written a comment on Sir Simon, The Chief Whig himself.
Has there ever been a more self-satisfied, misanthropic and cowardly natured individual. He, like the Blessed Polly, the Fatuous Heffer and the Ludicrous Hutton, is one of my lodestars. Wherever they point, I head in the opposite direction. It's worked so far.
Lovely chap, isn't he?
I can really appreciate this. In my country, some cretins say that Dostoevsky is an adolescent writer. Well, at least one specific cretin said that. And guess who was his favourite writer? J.D. Salinger.
Yes, that says much.
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