My rating: 1 of 5 stars
Meant to be one of these ‘classics’ which become a must read for everyone but for me it’s the same as Dostoyevski’s The Brother’s Karamazov – unreadable. There must be something about Russian literature that causes me to become soporific. I just can’t get into this. I’ve ploughed through a third of this but have finally closed the pages. I can’t become caring about the characters, the plot has become meaningless. Perhaps I’ve committed some heresy with this book but I find it just turgid and cold.