Usually the quality of individual stories in any anthology tend to vary rather greatly, but I haven't read many collections from a single author where the stories vary from noteworthy to “you’re better off skipping it”.
Noteworthy is also that Gogol doesn't really seem to like women a lot (and I'm not even talking about sexuality here) - throughout all the stories there is perhaps only one noteworthy female character who isn't there to just lead the men astray to their doom or to be a despicable old crone or some such. I understand that sexism was the norm of the times, but this is outright venomous, with the tragedies in three of the stories stemming mainly from women, be it the love that separates Taras Bulba’s son from him or the evil witch girl of Viy or the female acquaintance whispering in Ivan’s ear to keep the kettle boiling.
Only the wife in the first story seems to escape this fate, but perhaps that is unsurprising as for the most part it's just a misty-eyed recollection of a dream-like bucolic fantasy - not the kind of fantasy that has orcs and elves, but the kind you'd want to experience for calm your nerves.
It's only by the end of the story that another theme of Gogol surfaces, where partners separated are partners doomed, as the husband cannot live without his wife, becoming unrecognisable from what he was with her. It adds some poignancy to a story that otherwise is pretty throwaway, even if somewhat enjoyable in its simplistic reveries.
So too is the philosopher of Viy doomed, alone against the witch, ignorant and afraid, separated from his companions, even if not outright friends, in a story that is like a dark horror fairy tale, and is interesting as such, but somehow lacks any kind of emotional connection, and I didn't feel afraid for a minute. Some nice images though, that would look good and creepy in a drawn form, but still a trifle, and not amongst the best examples of the genre.
The same theme of separation pops up noteworthily in the collection's best story, where the two Ivans quarrel, a humorous tale with well-written characters that builds into a message of bureaucratic inefficiency and a warning of the self-destruction of petty grievances. This story alone is well worth reading, and remembering, both for what it's imparting and how it's doing that.
But the worst of the collection is without a doubt Taras Bulba, a well-known tale but deeply vile, the story of a blood-hungry warchief who cares only for his idea of honour and destruction and some nationalistic pride.
I don't think Gogol quite understood what dipshits he made his heroes of Taras Bulba be. Part of that is probably our differing perspectives - for me, anti-semitism, sexism and nationalism are bad things, sowing hate, inequality and death, but for Gogol they were just the way the world worked, so I'm inevitably going to have some problems with the story.
But even then, it's so clearly a simple-minded awful propaganda that the supposedly tragic backbone of the story suffers from being drawn in such broad strokes as to be laughably simplistic. The few well-written sequences are squandered on an otherwise shallow nationalistic writing. Taras Bulba himself is a vile and despicable man - so single-mindedly aggressive that he's willing to instigate war to get some action, and yet we're supposed to feel sorry for him when he and his side start suffering losses in a war they did not choose (won't leave comrades behind, even when he's happy to send them to die, never questioning why he does anything, always happy to mock and kill a Jew, and murders children by the dozen, what a fucking hero). And there is a chapter where his younger son descends into a starved town, and it's appropriately chilling and horrifying, with some unforgettable horrific moments, and the one of the few times I felt I was reading something that could be good, but that too is then swept aside for the simplistic nationalistic point Gogol was making all along.
Though perhaps Gogol did understand to a degree the wretchedness of his characters, or at least his misanthropy couldn't help but force him to write within the text at least some criticism of the prevailing norms, to the degree as it was possible. For example the Jews are hounded brutally and prejudices flock and Gogol describes their internal life as anti-semitically as you can expect, but the one named Jewish character also gets to have a word in as to the ill treatment of Jews wherever they go, and I found him the most appealing character (as much as one can find anybody appealing in this blasted tale). And the mighty heroes are also robbers and drunkards and fools, who in the end hold on to nothing (Taras is caught because he drops a pipe). Of course I may just be reading into it what I would like to see there, but one must commend that there is even that possibility. But at the same time one also cannot argue that taken at face value there is no saving, and if this had not been written by the great Gogol, I do not think anybody would still be reading it - it's not quite a waste of time, but it comes close.
So, a collection where only one story is really worth reading, is not much to recommend. Really, it feels like Gogol was figuring out what kind of a writer is he really - does he write naive sentimental images of romanticised simple life? Or is he in the service of the propaganda machine, writing tales to convince the nation to hate and kill and die? Or do his skills lie in the service of fantasy and horror?
From what I understand, he chose instead cynical visions of contemporary society presented with a dry wit, and if that is so, then I am glad, because that's the writer of the best story here, and I'm interested in reading more from him. The rest, I'd rather leave for other writers (and, in the case of Taras Bulba, taken at face value, in the fucking trash).