My intelligence level hinders me from giving any sort of beautifully intuitive review on my most recently finished book, The Possessed by Fyodor Dostoevsky. I must admit that, to my shame, much of the meaning of the book was lost to me without the help of commentaries/epilogues/short biographies concerning the work. I did, however, catch the absurdity of the characters and their surroundings and circumstances.. I am not that dense and un-knowing. Anyhow, I mean to write of it because
- I am proud of my completion of it (which is a rather foolish, selfish, and worthless reason), and
- After the first third of the book, I found it to be entrancing with its absurdity. I, with my suggestibility, began to worry of what would happen if men today took on the sort of being that the characters possessed- paradoxical in all their reason, logic, actions, and words, running head-on into a stumbling block that they believe is an empty space towards which they are walking to claim and conquer.
I would attempt to write more, but I have a serious time-constraint at the moment. Farewell!