rebness

I finally finished The Brothers Karamazov! This is quite good going for my laziness, considering that I've been reading it for three months, on and off. It was worth the effort, though. I think the three brothers were exceptionally well-drawn, especially Dimitri Karamazov, who is basically my brother Adam in Russian garb. The book seemed overlong -- the most minor character would have to come onstage and give a three-chapter rant about their feelings on God, but in the end it was interesting to see how each little belief and each minor character had their effects (for better or worse) upon the dynamic between the brothers. I thought it was a good read and though Dostoevsky preferred The Idiot, I prefer this. So nur.

I meant to say more about it and explore the philosophy and humanism of the novel, but quite frankly, I have been distracted in the past couple of days by the completely sublime Max Gogarty vs. Mean Guardian readers affair. A talentless, middle-class white boy from North London lands himself a cushy job describing his 'completely mental' adventures-to-be in India and Thailand (he's 'doing' Asia in two months). In the blog, he manages to insult Indians, Australians and basically the intelligence of mean-spirited, 'jealous' Guardian readers who noticed that he is the son of one of their journalists. Comments were open on the blog. Hijinks ensued - from A+ trolling to Guardian staff invoking Godwin's Law to Wikipedia edit wars on 'nepotism'. And yay for OTF_Wank for picking up on it. >:)