
I have listened to two books recently by Fyodor Dostoyevsky, the famous 19th century Russian author.
One book I listened to "Notes from Underground." My understanding is that this was the first book written by Dostoyevsky after he was released from prison. It is a rather dark tale of an introverted clerk in the government service talking about a 20 year or so section of his life. The way this fella looked at the world seemed self-deprecating as well as a seeming self-superiority. He felt superior to others, and yet hated himself. The range of dark emotions, thoughts, actions and inactions was rather amazing in this tale.

I also listened to an unabridged version of "Crime and Punishment." I know why this is a classic. I never read his work in school, and most remember the title from a Warner Brothers cartoon in which it was used as a prop in a story. The story is of a young man in Petersburg Russia is down on his luck and decides with illusions of grandeur to murder an old pawn broker woman and make wealth for himself. The idea was that he would start out his life with this grand escapade that no one would figure out he had committed. But when he shows up late for the crime and winds up murdering the woman's sister as well, things turn rather dark.
The main character, Raskolnikov, is not only a horrible murderer, but also kind generous and compassionate. He is a fully rounded character, very complex and interesting. Intelligent and stupid. Arrogant and self-loathing. He believed this murder would help launch his stagnating life into something great, comparing how the mass murderer, Napoleon, was propelled to greatness on far worse crimes and committed far more crimes. I think of folk like George Bush, mass murderer, who seems to feel no remorse for the mass murders he committed as the stand in president who quite possibly never won an election. Come to think of it, I don't see remorse on Barack Obombers face, either. Nor Bill Clinton, nor Bush Sr., nor Reagan, nor Nixon, nor Kissinger, etc. But all these folk are held up for their greatness as well...excuse me...allegations of greatness. Rodyer Raskolnikov, however, is actually filled with remorse, or something like it. He has a conscience and is constantly torn as he wades through his self-damaged life throughout the book.
What I find quite enjoyable is the good look and good things that come his way and his families way after he commits the murder. If he had waited a week longer in his poverty, everything would have been fine. And the troubles, the metal troubles, that plague him. AMAZING!
Dostoyevsky has to be one of the best authors I have read (or in this case, listened to). I swear I could walk down the street and run into these characters he created, they seemed so real. Maybe I met Raskolnikov on the Burnside Bridge, saw him talking to his sister downtown, saw the clerks (now detectives) walking around the police station... It is an amazing book.
One thing that caught my eye was a bit of humor in the story. Dostoyevsky's work came out in serial form in periodicals. He was an author, and an extraordinary one at that. But he takes a little poke at authors early in the book as a clerk rants in the police station about them as a woman had been had by one:
"...So the literary gentleman, the writer fellow, took five roubles in the respectable house for a torn coat-tail, did he? Well, well! So that's the sort of fellows those writers are!...There was a similar incident in a pub the day before yesterday with one of those writer fellows: had his dinner but refused to pay his bill and threatened to write them up in his paper. And another author on a steamer last week used the filthiest language to the wife and daughter of a State Councillor. And another one was kicked out of a pastry-cook's the other day. That's the kind of fellows they are, these writers, authors, literary gentlemen, students - public oracles!!..."
This bit of self-deprecating humor in "Crime and Punishment" make me wonder what Fyodor Dostoyevsky was like. He had a good sense of people. He could see the dark side especially of folks, but could also describe their beauty. He could see the whole person. He could poke and prod and describe the most intimate details of a human being. He also had a sense of humor, which is obvious from the above.
So my list of favorite classics authors has expanded:
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Alexandre Dumas
Mark Twain
Dalton Trumbo
Herman Melville
(it's a small list, but it will get bigger)