Russian authors are the easiest way to flex a little pseudo intellectual muscle. A Russian name has gravitas for the average Westerner, they sound heavy, they’re difficult to pronounce and spell, immediately knocking you off your pedestal.
Ego’s aside, they really know how to write, Russia picked up where Greece left off in terms of modern thinking, walk passed the strings of consonants into a world of character study and get to know the Self (with a big S).
'Notes from Underground,' like much of Dostoevsky’s work, is a study of character. An exploration of neuroses, a passage into the psyche, exploring dark and dusty chambers, it would be a pitiful cliché to say that Dostoevsky’s ‘characters come to life’ rather life is gifted them, they are not flat, they have dimensions, they are observations of living people let loose on a page, stretched to their limits.
In his final work ‘The brothers Karamazov,’ often considered his most profoundly philosophical, Dostoevsky gives the brothers and their father conflicting outlooks on the world