I'm still reading The Brothers Karamazov. Dostoevsky finally got around to killing off Fyodor around PAGE 600. That is two thirds of the way through the book.
Mitya's book, a long one which encompasses the death of Fyodor, was a largely boring one and I'm sort of glad it's over. There doesn't seem to be any real depth. Dostoevsky wasn't theorising, and since I'm doubtful Mitya even killed Fyodor then it can't be classed as a criminal's journey. He whacked Grigory on the head with a pestle and thought he'd lost Agrafena Aleksandrovna, so he tried to kill himself after having THE BIGGEST PARTY EVAR in Mokroye and pissing off some Poles. Big ****ing deal. Maybe the point of the whole thing is to show that police are ****s, or that Poles are ****s, or both. Maybe it's to show what was wrong with witness interrogation techniques in 19th century Russia. Whatever it was, it was looooong.
Ivan's still AWOL. Now that Mitya has been safely arrested and detained in the big 'He's innocent but looks so guilty, how can we ever truly know justice?' stream, we're back with Alyosha. I like Alyosha. Thankfully, after Book IX (Mitya's book), the author has skipped ahead two months. I feel for the moment that I have been saved from pages of administration. We will see.
Anyway, Alyosha's hanging about with children now, particularly one whose death has been sped up by Mitya dragging his dad around town calling him a loofah (I shit you not). So this kid, and his dad, have major pride problems. Katerina Ivanovna, once again proving herself far too sane to ever have married Mitya, gave this Ilyusha kid and his dad a few hundred roubles to see them through (Alyosha chasing Mr Loofah around and making him take the money was a fairly lengthy process). Now we meet someone new, Kolya Krasotkin, a 13 year old fatherless little egoist who is either going to kill Ilyusha with his IRONIC SMILING or make the whole situation better. I don't quite know what yet. I know that Ilyusha will die, because there is a chapter entitled as such.
Ivan hasn't been mentioned in like 200 pages. I assume he's still in Moscow, smiling ironically there. He still hasn't got it together with Katerina Ivanovna. I MEAN COME ON. They'd be perfect together. Agrafena claims to be totally into Mitya now, but that is 99.99% probably a lie.
So yeah. 400 pages on since the last time I wrote, and I guess things are different.
Mitya - is in jail but OMG innocent probably, although he's not exactly helping his own case through varied 'I'm not telling you that because it's disgraceful (read:retarded)' interview failures. Unless something drastic happens he will go down for beating up Grigory and smacking down Fyodor, but we'll see. Still obsessed with Agrafena, especially after he successfully fended off the Poles and she went all 'OMG Mitya baby'.
Alyosha - KEEP BEING SANE, BOY. WE NEED YOU TO KEEP BEING SANE. Apparently since Zosima kicked it and Alyosha gave up that whole monk gig, he's cut his hair and acquired a hat. He had long hair before? He is retaining his sanity after the whole 'I LOVE EVERYTHHHHHHING!!!!!!!!' rolling around in a field by himself episode, and remains my favourite. I like how he can keep loving everything. I wonder what kind of career he'll go for. I mean, does he still want to be Zosima 2? Zosima had the whole monk thing going on though, the whole travelling holy fool routine, and he expressly told Alyosha not to do that. Also, if Alyosha does end up gettin' it on with Lise (whom I might add is not only crippled, but also fourteen, as in FOURTEEN, years old) I am going to be pissed. Mrs. Khoklakova needs to die. I'm not even joking.
Ivan - smilining ironically in Moscow, but Dostoevsky appears to have, for all intents and purposes, forgotten that he exists for the past 250ish pages.
Dear Fyodor - OMG dead. Whodunnit? My money's on Smerdyakov. Fit of falling sickness so severe that it should have killed him yet did not? Hmm? Knew all the knocking-codes? Is generally a creep who feeds pins to stray dogs in bits of bread? Hated Fyodor, knew where the money was, IS A ****ING CREEP...?
Reading a Dostoevsky novel really is like going on a journey. There's nothing quite like it. I highly recommend you pick this one up. Although I am at a lull, the book always finds a way to pick you back up. I am close to the end now. It's kind of sad.
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