Uncle's Dream
Autor Fyodor Dostoevsky Traducere de Roger Cockrellen Limba Engleză Paperback – 12 mar 2020
Written soon after Dostoevsky was released from the prison camp that inspired The House of the Dead, Uncle's Dream shares very little of that novel's gloomy tone and contains many elements of a light, drawing-room farce. Beneath the surface, however, lies a sharply satirical voice which looks ahead in part to later novels such as Devils.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781847497680
ISBN-10: 1847497683
Pagini: 251
Dimensiuni: 128 x 198 x 18 mm
Greutate: 0.22 kg
Editura: Bloomsbury Publishing
Locul publicării:London, United Kingdom
ISBN-10: 1847497683
Pagini: 251
Dimensiuni: 128 x 198 x 18 mm
Greutate: 0.22 kg
Editura: Bloomsbury Publishing
Locul publicării:London, United Kingdom
Recenzii
No novelist ever wrestled with materialism more fiercely and intelligently than Dostoevsky.
The only psychologist from whom I have anything to learn.
The novels of Dostoevsky are seething whirlpools, gyrating sandstorms, waterspouts which hiss and boil and suck us in. They are composed purely and wholly of the stuff of the soul. Against our wills we are drawn in, whirled round, blinded, suffocated, and at the same time filled with a giddy rapture. Out of Shakespeare there is no more exciting reading.
The real nineteenth-century prophet was Dostoevsky, not Karl Marx.
Dostoevsky gives me more than any scientist, more than Gauss!
The only psychologist from whom I have anything to learn.
The novels of Dostoevsky are seething whirlpools, gyrating sandstorms, waterspouts which hiss and boil and suck us in. They are composed purely and wholly of the stuff of the soul. Against our wills we are drawn in, whirled round, blinded, suffocated, and at the same time filled with a giddy rapture. Out of Shakespeare there is no more exciting reading.
The real nineteenth-century prophet was Dostoevsky, not Karl Marx.
Dostoevsky gives me more than any scientist, more than Gauss!