Ф. М. Достоевский. Братья Карамазовы. Afterword to The Brothers Karamozov | Author Sara Paretsky. A portrait of Dostoevsky hangs in my living room, drawn from photographs by my stepson Philip: Dostoevsky is his favorite writer, The Brothers Karamazov his favorite novel. The writer’s deep-set eyes are brooding, even forbidding; as I read and re-read Karamazov, and realized how little fit I am to discuss it, I felt his gaze scorching me for my impudence in taking on the task. I don’t read Russian. I don’t know much about Russian political and literary history, or about the Orthodox faith or Pushkin—Dostoevsky’s own favorite writer—and all these play a prominent role in The Brothers Karamazov.
I’ve read Tolstoy, about whom Dostoevsky felt ambivalent, but not Turgenev, whom he despised, and even though I share his love for Dickens, Shakespeare and George Sand—in her obituary, he wrote how greatly he admired her for the “ideals [to which] she boldly and nobly entrusted her life”—I’d be hard-put to find their tracks in Karamazov without scholarly assistance. Borrowed Fire: The Brothers Karamazov: The digressive narrator. Alexey Fyodorovitch Karamazov was the third son of Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov, a land owner well known in our district in his own day, and still remembered among us owing to his gloomy and tragic death, which happened thirteen years ago, and which I shall describe in its proper place. For the present I will only say that this “landowner”—for so we used to call him, although he hardly spent a day of his life on his own estate—was a strange type, yet one pretty frequently to be met with, a type abject and vicious and at the same time senseless.
Thus begins The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky. And already, we find the great author seeming to break a basic rule, not just of fiction, but of writing in general. The crucial first sentence of the all-important first paragraph of this gigundous book, which we are about to commit ourselves to for the next, I dunno, thirty months--this sentence is misleading. So, fine. We have ourselves an unreliable narrator. Don Sheehan. DOSTOEVSKY AND MEMORY ETERNAL An Eastern Orthodox Approach to the Brothers Karamazov by Donald Sheehan Central to Eastern Orthodox Christendom is the singing, at the end of every Orthodox funeral, of the song known as “Memory Eternal” (in Church Slavonic: Vechnaya Pamyat).
This song also concludes Dostoevsky’s great, final novel, The Brothers Karamazov, when, following the funeral of the boy whom Alyosha Karamazov (and the circle of schoolboys around Alyosha) had deeply loved, Alyosha speaks to the boys about the funeral and about the meaning of the resurrection, with this brief song as their steady focus. My thesis is simply this: to know something of this song’s meaning is to comprehend both the Eastern Orthodox faith and Dostoevsky’s greatest novel. We can best approach the meaning of this song through following the connection between the Orthodox funeral services and the crucifixion of Christ. An elder is one who takes your soul, your will into his soul and into his will. Н. А. Некрасов. О погоде. Текст произведения. <Часть первая>. II. До сумерек.
Ветер что-то удушлив не в меру, В нем зловещая нота звучит, Всё холеру — холеру — холеру — Тиф и всякую немочь сулит! Все больны, торжествует аптека И варит свои зелья гуртом; В целом городе нет человека, В ком бы желчь не кипела ключом; Муж, супругою страстно любимый, В этот день не понравится ей, И преступник, сегодня судимый, Вдвое больше получит плетей. Всюду встретишь жестокую сцену, — Полицейский, не в меру сердит, Тесаком, как в гранитную стену, В спину бедного Ваньки стучит. Чу! Визгливые стоны собаки! Под жестокой рукой человека Чуть жива, безобразно тоща, Надрывается лошадь-калека, Непосильную ношу влача. Я горячим рожден патриотом, Я весьма терпеливо стою, Если войско, несметное счетом, Переходит дорогу мою. Прибывает толпа ожидающих, Сколько дрожек, колясок, карет! Полно ждать! Я, продрогнув, домой побежал. Chris Huntington: The Last Book I Loved, The Brothers Karamazov.
We were in the “international bookstore” of Xiamen, China, which is really a Chinese junk and bookstore but has half a dozen shelves of English books (such as Gossip Girl and 7 Habits of Highly Effective People). My wife found a Signet Classics edition of The Brothers Karamazov. “Do you want that?” She asked. “You do, don’t you? It looks boring.” “I’ve already read it,” I said. I put it back on the shelf, and we left. When I was twenty-three, I loved Jack Kerouac’s On the Road. For most of my life, I had avoided The Brothers Karamazov because I was afraid it would somehow encourage all my neuroses. I’m half-Chinese, half-Hoosier. I was in love with an American girl who was back in the States living with a law student. That year I was as much an Alyosha as I am ever going to be. But then I got married and divorced. I read it like the only child I was. My wife and boy and I moved to China because we were starting everything again.
Nothing? Ivan Karamazov and The Devil. A Karamazov Companion: Commentary on the Genesis, Language, and Style of ... - Victor Terras. The Brothers Karamazov Symbolism, Imagery & Allegory. The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky. The Brothers Karamazov. The Brothers Karamazov (Russian: Бра́тья Карама́зовы, Brat'ya Karamazovy, pronounced [ˈbratʲjə kərɐˈmazəvɨ]), sometimes also translated as The Karamazov Brothers, is the final novel by the Russian author Fyodor Dostoyevsky. Dostoyevsky spent nearly two years writing The Brothers Karamazov, which was published as a serial in The Russian Messenger and completed in November 1880. The author died less than four months after its publication.
The Brothers Karamazov is a passionate philosophical novel set in 19th century 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, with a plot which revolves around the subject of patricide. Dostoyevsky composed much of the novel in Staraya Russa, which inspired the main setting.[1] Since its publication, it has been acclaimed as one of the supreme achievements in literature. Context and background[edit]