Word: dostoevskis
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...when the Ambassador presented his credentials it was in a diplomatic situation as tangled as the plot of a Dostoevski novel. The U.S. was at war with Japan (but not then with Germany) and Russia was at war with Germany (but not with Japan). Japan (with Germany and Italy) had sworn never to make a separate peace with the U.S. and Great Britain (but no such pledge was made about Russia). The U.S. declaration of war against Germany and Italy eased the Ambassador's embarrassment somewhat. But in the first hours of the war, anxious U.S. citizens created another...
...feature common to all these books was their inadequacy, the disparity between the scale of the political events and their literary reflection. Men still found it easier to understand Stalin's Russia from Dostoevski's The Possessed. Nowhere had the causes of the fall of France been described with the completeness and power of Flaubert's Sentimental Education or Proust's Remembrance of Things Past. Nothing the spokesmen for democracy said was as good as their quotations from democracy's founders, from Luther to Washington and Jefferson...
...reading she was talking about books and authors that Vag Knew nothing about. About James Farrell and Steinbeck, and W. H. Auden and MacNeice. (MacNeice? MacNeice? Never heard of him. But Steinbeck wrote "Of Mice and Men" and he had seen that in the movies.) About Dreiser and Dostoevski and Proust and Flaubert and Sterne and someone named George Borrow. Vag felt dumber and dumber. He hadn't known there were so many damn authors in the world he hadn't read. About Gide. Vag thought he was the bird who wrote the French 6 textbook, but he wasn...
Leningrad was much more than the city of the Bolsheviks. It was old Russia. It was Peter's cherished window to the sea. It was the place where Tchaikovsky and Dostoevski and Mussorgsky lived and were buried. It was the home of the divine Kshesinskaya, the ballerina whom Nicholas II loved. It was the city of grey and pink granite, of Rastrelli's baroque Winter Palace, Catherine the Great's classicism, Alexander I's low-lying "architectural landscapes." At its Imperial Opera, Prince Igor had its première. Rembrandt's Polish Nobleman hung...
...most brilliant chapters of Vorge Against Quinette fall short of their model, those terrible dialogues of search-and-dodging in Dostoevski's Crime and Punishment. But it is no mere tour de force. In it Romains throws much clinical light on those poisonous chemistries which eat at the centres of a petty bourgeois, whether he be a frustrated shopkeeper or a fourth-rate, envious artist...