Notes from Underground and The Double
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'Notes from Underground' (1864) is a study of a single character, 'the real man of the Russian majority', and a revelation of Dostoyevsky's own deepest beliefs. One of his best critics has said of the first part that it forms his 'most utterly nakedpages.Never afterwards was he so fully and openly to reveal the inmost recesses, unmeant for display, of his heart.' 'The Double' (1846) is the nightmarish story of Mr Golyadkin, a amn who is haunted or possessed by his own double. Is 'Mr Golyadkinjunior' really a double or simply a earful side of his own nature? This uncertainty is what gives urgency and horror to a tale which may be read as a classic study of human breakdown.
Product Details
- Amazon Sales Rank: #127405 in Books
- Published on: 2003-06-26
- Original language: Russian
- Number of items: 1
- Binding: Paperback
- 288 pages
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About the Author
Fyodor Dostoyevsky was born in Moscow in 1821. His first story 'Poor Folk' was published in 1846 and was a great success. He was exiled to Siberia for five years for his participation in the 'Petrashevsky Circle'. He returned to Moscow to begin the review 'Vremya' (Time). Later in life he fell deeply in debt but his second marriage to Anna Snitkina helped him to put his affairs in order. He died in 1881, six months after delivering his famous speech for the unveiling of Pushkin's memorial.
Customer Reviews
they don't do em like this anymore
it's a real pleasure to read literature with guts and invention and vision. it doesn't matter how old it is or which country it comes from. it makes me feel there's hope yet. but we all know that's not true. there is no hope. a few words from the underground can't change anything.
literature's dead.
Funny........... but oh so true
Brilliant, he moves you without seeming to move himself. Of all the emotions he puts across, and there are many, the strongest is not despair or hatred, but mere (read not-so-mere apathy). Belittles your own strife, but at least you've found a friend.




