Birth: November 11, 1821, Moscow, Russia
Death: February 9, 1881, St. Petersburg, Russia
Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky was born on November 11, 1821 in Moscow. Dostoevsky published his first book Poor Folk in 1846. Dostoevsky was arrested in 1849, for alleged involvement in a conspiracy against the state. The novels he wrote after exile glorified Russian literature:
I would like to share with you today; The Double by Dostoevsky.
I feel that "The Double" gives the signals of the books I will read about Dostoevsky from now on. It is as if a hurricane named Dostoevsky began to emerge, and the societies, countries, mentalities, brains, and literary genres to be transmitted were deeply excited and prepared for their impact.
We can say that "The Double" is the work that best describes the schizophrenia and doppelganger case. Do you want to be nervous? Be nervous... Do you want to be mad? Go crazy... Dostoevsky will do all this for you in his book "The Double". And I think "The Double" is one of the best books to start reading Dostoevsky because we can describe it as a draft of Dostoevsky's future.
Do you ever think that you have lost yourself sometimes? After making a move, wouldn't you consider its accuracy or inaccuracy according to your society and the paradigm of your time? If you think your soul is double-voiced read this book. Read if you want to listen to the internal conflicts of man, the humiliating power conflicts, regardless of the concepts such as big and small between bureaucracy. Witness how this book, which comes out of the trees that you think have no emotions, affects a person with emotions.
Anyone who loves this book also likes to watch the movie "Being John Malkovich". Because all of us have a soul reality in a way that covers our body or anywhere in the volume we occupy in the world. Is it a second self, or do we choose those around us according to this spirit, or is this soul that separates us from being just a piece of meat? "The Double" is a book that will not answer the questions, but will cause you to ask more questions.
This book will strengthen your desire to read Dostoevsky's other books. I don't even know if it allows you to understand that the life partner you've been looking for, that is, your soulmate in modern language, is really the depth of your soul and the events that develop around it. The reason I don't know is that Dostoevsky doesn't finish his books completely. When you come to the end of the book, like the "Poor Folk" book, you want to split the last page into two and see if there is another page in it.
Greetings to all Others, inside, outside, within your personal space, within your spirit boundaries or imperfections...
Quotes From The Double by Dostoevsky
“These, gentlemen, are my rules: if I don't succeed, I keep trying; if I do succeed, I keep quiet; and in any case I don't undermine anyone. I'm not an intriguer, and I'm proud of it. I wouldn't make a good diplomat. They also say, gentlemen, that the bird flies to the fowler. That's true, and I'm ready to agree: but who is the fowler here, and who is the bird? That's still a question, gentlemen!” /Dostoevsky
“I mean to say, Krestyan Ivanovich, that I go my own way, a particular way. I'm my own particular man and, as it seems to me, I don't depend on anybody. I also go for walks, Krestyan Ivanovich.” /Dostoevsky
“He could not consent to allow himself to be insulted, still less to allow himself to be treated as a rag, and, above all, to allow a thoroughly vicious man to treat him so. No quarrelling, however, no quarrelling! Possibly if some one wanted, if some one, for instance, actually insisted on turning Mr. Golyadkin into a rag, he might have done so, might have done so without opposition or punishment (Mr. Golyadkin was himself conscious of this at times), and he would have been a rag and not Golyadkin - yes, a nasty, filthy rag; but that rag would not have been a simple rag, it would have been a rag possessed of dignity, it would have been a rag possessed of feelings and sentiments, even though dignity was defenceless and feelings could not assert themselves, and lay hidden deep down in the filthy folds of the rag, still the feelings there...” /Dostoevsky
“The door from the next room suddenly opened with a timid, quiet creak, as if thus announcing the entrance of a very insignificant person...” /Dostoevsky
“Bow or not? Call back or not? Recognize him or not?" our hero wondered in indescribable anguish, "or pretend that I am not myself, but somebody else strikingly like me, and look as though nothing were the matter. Simply not I, not I—and that's all," said Mr. Golyadkin, taking off his hat to Andrey Filippovitch and keeping his eyes fixed upon him. "I'm . . . I'm all right," he whispered with an effort; "I'm . . . quite all right. It's not I, it's not I—and that is the fact of the matter.” /Dostoevsky
“We have all lost touch with life, we all limp, each to a greater or lesser degree.” /Dostoevsky