The Brothers Karamazov

The Brothers Karamazov

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Edit Cast Cast overview, first billed only: Dmitri Karamazov Maria Schell Fyodor Karamazov Albert Salmi Alexi Karamazov Richard Basehart Ivan Karamazov Judith Evelyn Anna Hohlakov Edgar Stehli Ippoli Kirillov Miko Oscard Ilyusha Snegiryov David Opatoshu Vrublevski as Frank de Kova Jay Adler Edit Storyline Ryevsk, Russia, A Man of Violent Passions The woman he loved and the woman who betrayed him!

Edit Did You Know? Trivia Debut of Simon Oakland. Goofs Early in the movie there is a sign identifying the name of the town where the story takes place, written in Latin script, instead of Cyrillic. If you'll permit a comment, sir, you're not at all like your brother Dmitri. You're different from all of them. I could see that the first minute you arrived yesterday. You've just never met anyone who lives in Moscow. No sir, it's those magazine articles you wrote, the ones about crime. If there is no God, then Connections Featured in Yul Brynner: Add the first question.

We're given to long speeches about the character that are fascinating psychological studies the lawyers themselves debate about this newfangled science of psychology--how plastic it is, how it can be used to justify and explain anything. You can see Dostoyevsky working on multiple levels here, showing multiple sides of his character that don't quite cohere, and that's exactly the point, that people are complex and inconsistent and constantly at war with themselves, so what does "character" mean?

What does "a" character mean in a novel? And just when it looks like the defense will carry the day And so Dostoyevsky brings to a close his massive masterpiece, and so I end these little scribbles. View all 53 comments. Contrary to widespread rumor, this is a far from bleak book.

While every character has his or her own misery, and it all takes place in a place called something like "cattle-roundup-ville", the moments of religious ecstasy and moral clarity are heartbreaking in their frequency - it's hard not to wish that one had such bizarre events going on around one in order to prompt such lofty oratory. The story involves Ivan, Dmitri, Alyosha, and Smerdyakov, four brothers with a rich but notoriously lechero Contrary to widespread rumor, this is a far from bleak book.

The story involves Ivan, Dmitri, Alyosha, and Smerdyakov, four brothers with a rich but notoriously lecherous father, Fyodor. All four brothers were raised by others, Fyodor having essentially ignored them until others removed them from his care. In the beginning of the book, Alyosha is in the monastery, studying under a famous elder name Father Zosima; Dmitri has just left the army and stolen a large sum of money from a government official's daughter, who he has also apparently seduced, all while pursuing a lawsuit against Fyodor for his inheritance and canoodling with his own father's intended, the local seductress Grushenka; Ivan, the intellectual in the family, has just returned from I think Petersburg.

Dmitri is violent and impulsive, referring to himself as an "insect," and gets into fistfights with Fyodor several times. Smerdyakov works for Fyodor as a lackey, having gone to France to learn to cook at some point in the past. It's unimaginably more complicated and digressive than all this, and just trying to follow this crucial sum of three thousand rubles through the story is almost impossible. But anyway, Fyodor is killed and much of the book hinges on which brother killed him and why. When I first read this book in high school, my teacher who was a devout Catholic, a red-faced drunk who wore sunglasses to class, and the most enthusiastic reader of Russian literature imaginable asked everyone who their favorite brother was.

Was it Ivan, the tortured skeptic? Dmitri, the "scoundrel" who tortures himself for every wrong he commits but can't help committing more? Or Alyosha, the saintly one who always knows the right thing to say? Certainly Smerdyakov is no one's favorite. At the time I went with Ivan - I was in high school, after all, and his atheism and pessimism were revolutionary to me. But now Ivan seems rather selfish and callow, and I can't help siding with Dmitri, the one Dostoevsky uses almost as a case history of conscience.

Like Shakespeare, Dostoevsky gives his characters all the space to talk like gods, clearing pages upon pages for their reasoning and dialog. Dmitri fumbles with Voltaire and is clearly not overly literate, but in some ways that's apropos, because his main problem is the constant internal conflict between his desires and his ethics which is only partly resolved when he chooses to become responsible for not only what he does, but also what he wants. The most famous passage in the book, Ivan's tale of the Grand Inquisitor, is, to me, far less interesting than Zosima's meditations on the conflict between justice and the collective good.

The elder Zosima is a kind of Christian socialist who grapples with the typical midth century Russian issues of how to build a equitable society without the extremes of coercion that the Tsar used to turn to, while also ensuring public morality and avoiding the kind of massacres that characterized the French Revolution an event that seems to have been even more traumatizing for Russians than it was to the French due to the enormous cultural influence France had there at the time.

Zosima's answer is unworkable and in some ways naiive, but the discussion is well worth it, moreso than Ivan's somewhat simplistic dualism of Christ vs. Dostoevsky was a cultural conservative in the sense that he was constantly renewing his commitment to the obligations imposed on Russians by the Orthodox Church. At the same time, he was committed to the pursuit of joy through kindness and community and a kind of interpersonal fair dealing in a way that transcends his political concerns and is inspiring to see articulated in the lives of people who are as confused as the rest of us.

It's a huge, messy book, but so worth the effort. It took me about three months to read carefully, though my reading has been flagging lately, as well. I read this while listening to Hubert Dreyfus's accompanying lectures at Stanford on existentialism and this book which are available on iTunes U, and even when I felt his readings overreached, it was a good way to reread a tough and subtle work like this. View all 25 comments. I am more than willing to chime in, to cheer for the brothers Karamazov who finally, finally made me give in to the genius of Dostoevsky fully, without anger, without resentment and fight, after a year of grappling with his earlier novels.

This is doubtless his magnum opus, the shining lead star in a brilliant cosmos. There are many similarities to his earlier novels, and his characters fight with the same inner demons as the predecessors. And yet, there is something milder, more soothing in the Brothers Karamazov, there is mature perfection in this novel. Yes, Smerdyakov is an underprivileged, hateful sufferer, but he is not lost to compassion and care in the same way as the nihilistic man writing his Notes from Underground. And Dimitri is rash and bold and full of contradictions, but he is not as confused as Raskolnikov, he does not impose the dogma of suffering in the sense of Crime and Punishment on his family and community.

He has a plan for living, not for suffering. Ivan is a brooding intellectual, but he is not stone-cold like Stavrogin in Devils. His conflicted heart and intellect are connected to the world. Alyosha, thank goodness, is a sweet and innocent character, but nothing like the awful Christlike idiot Myshkin from The Idiot. He knows how to live and interact, and he is willing to step away from rigid prejudices and principles to comfort the ones he loves. What about the women? Grushenka is not destroyed by the love of several men like Nastasya, and even Katerina Ivanovna is given a complex, divided soul, not just a shallow platform for men to use at their convenience and throw away when they have made their point.

She has her own points to make. Why do the Brothers Karamazov work so well? I believe Dostoyevsky made the decision to paint a family just like it is, with all the contradictory emotions and actions, and all the mood swings and difficult situations. He had already established his religious and political ideas in earlier works, and he could afford to let the characters be what they naturally were, without judging them from the standpoint of history and society.

Thus he could be the storyteller he naturally was, without any agenda but love for the story he told. The plot is both simple and complex: Be careful what you wish for, it might come true! As the three or four brothers and the women they love in different ways and fashions face the murder of the old patriarchal buffoon, all of them have to come to terms with the painful reality of loving and hating at the same time.

A bad parent is still a parent, and a dead parent still has power over the lives of his offspring. They have set up gods and challenged one another: Put away your gods and come and worship ours, or we will kill you and your gods. Why do I feel like shouting, over and over: They really do, in a crooked, angry way, in a distorted, strange way. In the end, they help each other make the best of a muddle and that is the best any family can do: And the final pages leave me bowing to the beauty of the insight that man and woman can love each other in so many different ways, and that love is not exclusive, but inclusive.

You wrote the perfect novel. View all 58 comments. I finished reading this book at precisely hours today. The night still lay majestically over the impending dawn, and in its blackened stillness, swayed the echoes of this imperious book. A maniacal land-owner is murdered and one of his three sons is the prime suspect. Thus, ensues a murder trial and in its fold, fall hopelessly and completely, the lives of all the three brothers — the brothers Karamazov.

A life, when spans a trajectory both long and substantial, ends up writing a will that is both personal and universal. A notebook of reflections, a source of knowledge, an oasis of love and a mirror of perpetuity. And may I dare say that for D, this might well be a biography, which he, in his quintessential mercurial satire, chose to write himself, under the garb of fiction.

Dmitri, Ivan and Alyosha present the very tenets on which life gets lived, or even more, passed on. And D takes each of these causes and drills, and drills, and drills even more, their various interpretations.

Religion, and church, take centre stage for a good pages of this work. If you are surrounded by spiteful and callous people who do not want to listen to you, fall down before them and ask for their forgiveness, for the guilt is yours too, that they do not want to listen to you. And if you cannot speak with the embittered, serve them silently and in humility, never losing hope.

And if everyone abandons you and drives you out by force, then, when, you are left alone fall down on the earth and kiss it and water it with your tears, and the earth will bring forth fruit from your tears, even though no one has seen or heard you in your solitude. Aye, aye, I hear you, D and while some of it makes so much sense to my theist heart, some of it look outright suicidal.

But why again, am I tempted to always, measure the righteousness, even lesser, the likeability, of my action from the perspective of my audience? I go to the board and think. He steals the mirror from my room and turns it towards me: But, well, then, how come the devil lurks in the dark corners of your room?

From where does all the impiety and malice, that you secretly drink with panache, emerge from leaving you intoxicated for hours, if not days? And while I grope to find answers to his questions, I cheat and fall back on his treatise for hints, and insights. Why might a fallen man, a beggar, still keep a flame of dignity burning in his heart? Why might a harangued father, drive away his heirs from money, while spending his whole life hoarding for them? Why might a pauper, throw away his last penny on trifles, despite carrying a clear picture of his imminent doom in his eyes? Why might a pure heart, deliberately dirty his soul with pungent secrets, knowing there were no ways to erase them?

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Because deep down, what bind us, irrespective of our backgrounds, are the same threads: In various forms, they dwell in us, and drive us, to give their formless matter, shape in different people, in different ways, at different places and in different times. I write a few words on the board and pause to ponder. Laugh, yes; ah yes!

There is plenty of humor ingrained, albeit surreptitiously, in this dense text and works like a lovely whiff of cardamom wafting over a cup of strong tea. Ivan Fyodorovich, my most respectful son, allow me to order you to follow me! There, I made a smiley on the board.

I dropped the chalk and wondered: Yes, now that image surely needs to be questioned. But do ask these questions. Do take the plunge into this deep sea of psychology and philosophy. Do feel the thuds of paradoxes and dualities on your soul. Do allow the unknown elements of orthodoxy and modernism to pucker your skin. Do allow some blood to trickle. Do allow some scars to heal.

The Brothers Karamazov

Because No, gentlemen of the jury, they have their Hamlets, but so far we have only Karamazovs! View all 59 comments. View all 21 comments. On Romancing The Devil Warning: Everything was to portend pathos, not action, which was always there only as a container for the pathos, to give it form. The story is about the reaction - it was all about the jury. I construct, therefore I am. You have to tell a story to convince the jury. You have to tell a story to defend the fact that stories do not exist. A story now, about stories.

Or multiple stories to show how all stories are false if only one can be allowed to be true. There is the irresolvable conflict of the trial, of the story, of the novel, of life. They will continue to exist as prisoners to their own stories. One story among many. Possibly the real theme, the above only being my own story But oh wait, this is what I talked of in paragraph length already. View all 30 comments. The Brothers Karamazov is a passionate philosophical novel set in 19th century of Russia that enters deeply into the ethical debates of God, free will, and morality.

It is a spiritual drama of moral struggles concerning faith, doubt, and reason, set against a modernizing Russia. View all 11 comments. En tercer lugar, nos encontramos con Dmitri Karamazov, de una vida disoluta, es pendenciero, impulsivo y desenfrenado y vive siempre con grandes deudas de dinero producto de su hedonismo desmesurado. Un ser sin control que despilfarra dinero mientras reniega de la herencia que su padre no le concede. En este libro he podido descubrir otro Dostoievski. Este no es un libro sobre la vida de tres hermanos y un padre.

Es un libro sobre la vida misma. View all 39 comments. I have always been aware of the fact that it is one of the greatest novels ever written so I know I have to read it eventually. The plot revolves around the murder of perhaps one of the most despicable characters ever created, Fyodor Pavlovich Karamazov, the father of the Karamazov brothers. This detail about the book only skims the surface because this only serves as the basic architecture for Dostoevsky's philosophy.

This novel isn't so much a story as: The courtroom drama at the end of the novel, would be very hard to match in modern fiction. Petersburg shows that all the supposedly incriminating circumstances of the case can be understood. Each figure in this household? He changes his mind after a severe illness, and his materialistic belief is replaced by intense spiritual curiosity; Alyosha is an idealist, lovable and loving. The story started out painfully slow. As with the rest of the book, there were many points where Dostoevsky seemed to descend into meaningless details that, to me, did nothing to advance the plot, atmosphere, or characterization.

I feel that the author is disconnected from his audience, and he doesn't seem to care. This comes to a point where I think Dostoevsky frequently loses himself in the meshes of his own word spinning. The book goes off too many tangents and is densely verbose. I found pages of extraordinary depth and poignancy but they are few and far in between.

I find it hard to connect with any of the characters since their personalities are diluted by the manic and morbidly intense verbal flow. Half the book was one of the Karamazovs talking on and on, uninterrupted to an audience as silent and passive as the reader. I frequently spaced out and have to backtrack. I eventually found myself reading this book in a grim desire to finish it and be done, rather than out of a sense of enjoyment. I admired author's insights into human nature, but all too often, he seemed to make grand proclamations arbitrarily that have little evidence behind them.

As if by declaring them with confidence he somehow made them true beyond question. And for whatever unaccountable reason, his preoccupations landed like a relic in my own life. View all 19 comments.

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Jun 23, Florencia rated it it was amazing Shelves: Above all, avoid lies, all lies, especially the lie to yourself. Keep watch on your own lie and examine it every hour, every minute. And avoid contempt, both of others and of yourself: And avoid fear, though fear is simply the consequence of every lie. You are either happy to be around them or you are stuck with them. You can choose your friends, a pet, you can choos Above all, avoid lies, all lies, especially the lie to yourself. You can choose your friends, a pet, you can choose between a blueberry muffin and a chocolate chip one, but you cannot choose your family.

The combination of genetics and the social environment are simply fascinating. For example, take an ordinary Russian family. An ambitious, lascivious, ridiculous father that enjoyed alcohol in any form; a son that, at first, seemed to be the image of his father, a second son, proud and intellectual with even more questionable moral reactions, the youngest son with the kindness of a saint and the troubled soul of a common man and another weak, disturbing young man who never counted as a son.

This book contains the story of every family in the world. Their struggles, their fears, their doubts, the decisions that reflect the highest and most degrading aspects of human nature. It is a major treatise on philosophy and religion.

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And yes, there is a lot of religion here, but even me, a person who is struggling with a lack of faith and a deep ocean filled with doubts and fear, can still be interested and dazzled by all this. Unless we are talking about the "monk book". There were a couple of good things but, all in all, it was the only part of the book that made me want to take a really long nap. I must admit it, in the spirit of full disclosure. Yes, disregard it, I know I am haunted by uncertainty and, therefore, obsessed with knowledge, no matter how limited I can be.

There is no virtue if there is no immortality. But still, I wasn't quite joking either This idea is not yet resolved in your heart and torments it. But a martyr, too, sometimes likes to toy with his despair, also from despair, as it were. For the time being you, too, are toying, out of despair, with your magazine articles and drawing-room discussions, without believing in your own dialectics and smirking at them with your heart aching inside you The question is not resolved in you, and there lies your great grief, for it urgently demands resolution Get used to that. Once you reached Book V, you will found yourself drowning in a sea of mesmerizing erudition.

If you are expecting an explosive plot with a lot of things going on at the same time, with weird twists and vampires, fights and dragons, magic and flying dogs, then this book is not for you. There is a plot, of course, but the excellence of this book lies on the superb writing hidden in its pages. Dostoyevsky's trademark is his gifted ability to describe human nature with the most poignantly elegant prose known to man.

His insightful points of view on almost every subject that affects all humanity are written with admirable lyricism. Reading this particular writer can be an overwhelming experience. You have to be prepared. You have to get accustomed to the idea that your soul might absorb the sorrowful and sometimes playful beauty of his writing.

And once that happens, you won't be able to forget him. Dostoyevsky has the power to defeat oblivion. He personifies an unwanted light that illuminates every dark nook of our minds. He makes us think about what we like to see in ourselves and what we choose to hide. A truly jealous man is not like that. It is impossible to imagine all the shame and moral degradation a jealous man can tolerate without the least remorse.

And it is not that they are all trite and dirty souls. On the contrary, it is possible to have a lofty heart, to love purely, to be full of self-sacrifice, and at the same time to hide under tables, to bribe the meanest people, and live with the nastiest filth of spying and eavesdropping And one may ask what is the good of a love that must constantly be spied on, and what is the worth of a love that needs to be guarded so intensely?

I will only say that I do not have favorite characters. They all annoy me or disgust me in the same contradictory way. But I do understand them, most of the times. I love the dialogues—the amazing reflections while they are deciding to act against everything that is good, they know what they are about to do is wrong but they can't help it; it is in their blood—the profound remarks of our narrator and the fact that Dostoyevsky, one more time, allows me enter inside their characters' minds. He shares the complexity of all of them.

And I'm enchanted by this man's ability to make everything beautiful, even while describing the darkest aspects of humanity. And that leads me to another point. I love reading other people's thoughts on the books I like. Crime writers don't usually murder every human they find. Mystery writers do not usually think that somebody's butler is always up to something. Just like an author who writes about how a woman is mistreated by a certain part of society, does not transforms himself into a brutal misogynist. He is being honest, he is describing the truth.

Poor women and men were often considered worthless human beings that hasn't changed that much. Dostoyevsky described it too vividly. But that was part of a grim reality. It is hard to read but that doesn't mean that kind of cruelty is uncommon. There is a torrent of misery and wisdom waiting for you. The way of representing the Russian soul is the way all souls should be represented; it transcends any geographical boundary, any limitation of time.

We all have many sides of the Karamazovs' nature in our blood. We all have demons tormenting our good judgment. We all know what we should do and, sometimes, we simply cannot do it. I cannot justify everything but we are humans. I want to understand, I need to. We are susceptible to failure. To vileness, dishonesty and many other abhorrent things.

Once mistakes are made, only the most fortunate ones are able to find a path toward redemption. In this book, in this Russia that portrays the world of all times, some did. And some had to endure the bitter punishments that the choices in their lives have brought to them. We are too human.

We all have the sounds of a hungry solitude echoing in the dark depths of our beings; they often make us act by instinct, forgetting that we have been blessed—or doomed—with reason. And more important, they make us forget to feel love. And that, indeed, is a faithful depiction of what hell must feel like. A hell to which we will soon arrive by repeating to ourselves: View all 52 comments.

Sep 04, Samra Yusuf rated it it was amazing Shelves: Russian novels always get better of me, I am left battered both body and mind. Like the traveler who was long gone on a journey and on his return, bathes for a long good hour, taking good care of every little pore of body, soaping himself as he sinks in tub very slowly, and as water pours over him he shuts his eyes and with numbing senses recalls everything in an episodic m Russian novels always get better of me, I am left battered both body and mind.

The hell we create through our thoughts for ourselves, is never been better visited by any other but D. He occasionally invests himself to an extent, but his natural port is human psychology. Does all that exist of itself, or is it only an emanation of myself, a logical development of my ego which alone has existed forever?

We have in detail, the characters donned into garbs of confused expressions about other characters and on the brink of self-assessment and self-denial. And as the novel proceeds, there are peculiar ideas, echoing into the minds of characters, ideas get doubled or split into multiple strings as the tale follows, Dostoyevsky makes his characters suffer by their own doomed states, their own beings are their torture cells, no one escapes this suffering, no one!

Without it, I am told, man could not have existed on earth, for he could not have known good and evil. Why should he know that diabolical good and evil when it costs so much? View all 45 comments. Sometimes I feel like modern covers have gone too far.

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View all 32 comments. Jan-Maat the only problem with that cover is that it doesn't have enough brothers on it, also their beards are a bit short Dec 17, April Hawkins lol 19 hours, 12 min ago. View all 9 comments. I finished The Brothers Karamazov the other night and I'm a bit blown away. Right now, it has me sitting here thinking about it, feeling all kinds of things, thinking complex, important thoughts The great Fyodor Dostoevsky should do that to you.

He's a literary Giant; one of the all time greats. But you see, knowing you , shitfuck, I'm not surprised you gave it five stars. You give everything Someone: You give everything five stars, do you not? I mean, God -- and I mean "God" in a purely metaphorical sense, as he is simply an opiate for the weak masses -- you even gave The Wind-up Bird Chronicle five stars, which was more disturbing than Grace Jones chasing me on horseback.

You see, most of Murakami's narrators sound as if they just disembarked the short bus. Not lyrical so much as the product of blunt-force trauma to the head, I think. But sometimes the two are in fact interchangeable. And don't even get me started on your review of The End of the Affair. A bit self serving, wasn't it? I mean, goodreads isn't your goddamn therapy group. Just about every review you've written is a sap-fest. So what kind of personalized, kitschy, life changing moment are you gonna compare this book to? Just face it, fucktard, you're one of those easily excitable star whores.

You aren't going to tell anyone, are you? What is that supposed to mean? Well, I do plan on sharing this conversation with others, although I can edit out the hooker part, if you'd like. I want to share it because I really want people to know how great this book is, and I know you love this book as well.

I hope the fact that it has your full seal of approval will encourage them to read it. Look, fucktard, usually I'd be happy to be the idol in any person's religion, but I've learned that it's just too much pressure. I reserve my right to be surly and malevolent. And you get my point, right? You're changing over there, and it's obvious. Before you know it you'll be a priest or something. Actually, Someone, I'm quite cautious about the number of stars I award. My average rating is 3. And in regards to giving out 5 stars like one of your Johns, it actually takes quite an experience for me to award five stars.

Although I should add that I did give a good rating to one of your homeboys recently: I gave Nine Stories four stars. I know you like- Someone: That pissed me off fucktard. That's a five star book if there ever was one.

I know, I know: You don't need to go into details. Don't patronize me, Haruki-hag. Stand up, wipe the sand out of your vagina. Who do you think you are, that innocent little Alyosha or something? I guess that's better than "jewhole". And Alyosha is one of my top 5 literary characters of all time. So intuitive, insightful and empathetic -- yet a great leader who stands up for what he believes in.

Ivan makes my top five as well. He's subject to various interpretations, and at a surface level, some of his thoughts appear contradictory. Then again, I am not a huge fan of systematic philosophies. He and I are kindred spirits of sorts -- without kindred mustaches, however. We both veer toward iconoclasm and endearing?

But Ivan was absolutely brilliant and interesting, wasn't he? So intellectual, cerebral and logical, yet passionate and moral. Of course he's not as "perfect" per se, as Alyosha. Really, the personalities of all the characters are extreme -- almost ridiculously so. Yet somehow Dostoevsky gets you absorbed inside their heads and hearts, and makes them so realistic that you feel like you really know them, and God do you care for them. And their thoughts, ideas, and philosophies -- they span everything, and when his characters interact with each other -- in what is nearly perfect dialogue -- you see the thin line between being brilliant and crazy, and how superb it is when they intermingle, as they often do -- and the magic of life itself opens up: The storyline is brilliant as well, fucktard.

The unmatched talent and the outpouring of heart that Dostoevsky puts into this can change your life. Through this novel you can come to your own conclusions about important, existential philosophies: There you go with your idealistic, finding yourself, magic bullshit. Look, Penis Wrinkle, I'll let you get away with it, since this novel is-- Ben: It's one of the best books of all time, dammit. Yes, yes, you're right. This novel is-- Ben: The great ranges in our emotions, the soaring capabilities of our passions, the depths of our intellect and souls.

This book hits the full spectrum of just about everything. It's such a full and complete spectrum that reading this book is like devouring life itself. And it does so in real and fascinating ways. It has to be one of the greatest novels of all time. It has to be. This novel is a literary grand slam.

You have to read it to understand. Nobody should live without reading this book. That's all I can say. I'll never be able to do this beautiful, deep, mesmerizing, brilliant, masterpiece of a book the justice it deserves. All I can really say is-- Someone: View all 33 comments. Un personaggio ha un minimo di sei nomi. Tutti odiano Fedor Pavlovic. Pasticcio di pesce quasi sempre freddo. Il sangue dei Karamazov porta sfiga. Caccia i tremila rubli o succede un bordello. E allora i bambini?

Con la coscienza degli altri. Lo starec fa miracoli. Lo starec dice cose sulla sua vita leggermente peso ma ok. Tribolazione prima e poi a seguire. Non ha preso dal padre. Malattie varie tra cui alcune paralisi. I lavori in miniera. I segnali alla porta. Mi pari Berlusconi, mi pari. Insomma, la gente non si sente tanto bene. Non ha cacciato i tremila rubli e succede il bordello. Tutti si credono Sherlok Holmes. Bambini si tirano sassi.

Anche loro con problemi comportamentali. Tutti a casa della signora Chochlakova, festa a sbarco. In provincia le porte degli appartamenti sempre aperte, open bar, tutta notte. In compenso amava molto i binari. Dire a cani e porci di volersi macchiare di parricidio. Scrivere lettere ad ex amanti incazzate confessando di voler uccidere il proprio padre bravo.

I lavori in Siberia immancabili. Umiliati, offesi e trascinati per la barba. Funerali e grossi lacrimoni. I bambini sono innocenti. Ho voluto fare caciara. The Brothers Karamazov is the greatest novel… The Brothers Karamazov is the greatest grotesque novel. And what are their relationships?

And then they say that it all came originally from fear of the awesome phenomena of nature, and that there is nothing to it at all. What, what will give me back my faith? Ivan does not have God. He has his idea.

Not on my scale. Only once did he say something. Why, why had he left? Be it one way or the other, in any event a boundless vanity began to appear and betray itself, an injured vanity besides. Smerdyakov is a rat — he hides in darkness but he hates the entire world and he is capable of any meanness. I will generally finish a novel no matter what I have tried twice, so I suppose this is going to be a novel that doesn't ever make it to my "read" list.

It took me three starts and an unusual amount of determination to finish this novel. I was inches away from abandoning it for good and all. The themes Dostoevsky tackles al I will generally finish a novel no matter what The themes Dostoevsky tackles along the way are significant and weighty. Just when he begins to move the story forward, he always seems to stop and write a few chapters of political or religious philosophy, and the reader is required to stop with him, digest what the arguments mean, and weigh in personally on which side of the debate truth lies.

The book inspires soul searching, but requires almost inhuman concentration. The brothers themselves are atypical characters, volatile and impassioned, unpredictable and complicated. Nothing they do seems to be logical. The father is a buffoon, and so crude and cruel that he garners no sympathy from me at all. Then, things begin to gel, the story begins to move, I find myself caring about what happens to these men, particularly Dmitri Mitya and to the two women with whom he is involved.

I know I will make it through this time. I understand why this is considered an important work and a classic piece of literature. It addresses many important issues that have universal implications. What happens if you remove God from the equation? What purpose does faith serve in life? Does suffering lead to self-awareness and can it change a man for the better?

To what extent are we morally responsible for others? If you wish a murder, if you fail to stop one, are you equally guilty with the man who commits the deed? I suspect I will be pondering The Brothers Karamazov for a long while. I did not enjoy this read, but it will mean something to me. Perhaps, like Mitya, I needed to suffer to attain appreciation.

At the very least, I have come away with a sense of accomplishment. Now for something very, very, very light. View all 48 comments. Sep 07, Ahmed rated it it was amazing Shelves: Those in need of spiritual cleansing. Dark abysses in moonless skies will engulf the titillating brightness of stars and ghastly winters will obliterate the warmth of the earth until justice has been done.

Recline comfortably in your velvety chaise longue and concentrate on the spectacle that is about to begin, for the so much awaited day of the trial has arrived and the Karamazov family will be submitted to relentless interrogation, psychological scrutiny and the righteous proof of circumstantial evidence. There is humor, melodrama Dark abysses in moonless skies will engulf the titillating brightness of stars and ghastly winters will obliterate the warmth of the earth until justice has been done.

There is humor, melodrama and suspense to be expected. The peasants in the jury rub their hands greedily in anticipation because it is a widely known fact that the Karamazov brothers are evil creatures, doomed wretches and witless idealists, cursed with inherent vice and rotten spirit. Murder is not the real crime but only a succulent appetizer to the real feast. Let the trial begin, let the accused condemn themselves. Prosecutor Ippolit Kirillovitch knows the Karamazov well.

Fyodor , the murdered head of the family, an appalling father and a worse Christian is a man of excesses drawn by hedonistic pleasures, whose debauchery and petty buffoonery put his name to shame. Malignant cynicism is his moral code and sarcasm his only religion.

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