The truly awful, terrible, disastrous, unhappy week of a 19th century Russian Misanthrope. What makes genius is the psychological accuracy and ring of truth in every word. Masterpiece!

This was such a great read. Details the psychology of human suffering and its motivations: moreover, the lessons to be learned form it are incredibly fascinating.

Being in and out of grace towards himself and his world! Not good and not bad character, only: no character at all!

Painfully accurate on Modern human problems

Takes a strange turn in part III to a assume a personal account of his darker side. Maybe a fictional account. Coming full circle to his initial premise. Emotionally macabre. I left this book feeling uneasy although at the same time somewhat enlightened.

So deplete of positivity is this book that one feels the cold seeping through it. Frightening. I could not but feel sorry for Fyodor. Not sorry in a condescending way, sorry in way for a man who is beaten by an all mighty monster which can never be defeated. Sorry in a fearful way. It follows that I am glad of my flaws, of my stupidity, all the qualities which he finds loathsome, all of which he finds envious.

Excellent book. Has a lot of Modern aspects!

I could see it being enjoyable if I could settle in and just savor the unique and humorous nature of it, but I didn’t have the patience for it. Quit at 50 pages in.

I’m 18 years old and somehow I understand and relate on a soulful, deep level of ( though I don’t agree with everything ) this man Fydor. Almost to where it’s dreadful to think of. I appreciate his honesty. I appreciate his vocabulary ( I learned a lot of vocabulary from this book). A must read. I am convinced that I was meant to read this. Why? you may ask, ask God.

It’s brilliant the way Dostoyevsky brings you into the mind of a man in psychological disintegration. The contradictions he experiences within himself seem to become your own as you read this. Loved it.