Fatin’s Reviews > The Brothers Karamazov > Status Update

I remember being a young girl, on the brink of atheism, enamored by Ivan. He spoke with such (madding) eloquence and he articulated all I hated about God (the world God created).

Now though, he seems so young himself. Where I saw intellect, I now see pain (as Dostoevsky intended). I looked up to him then and now I just want to gather him in my arms and tell him it is okay to exist in all these contradictions.

I had forgotten how much Fyodor Pavlovich irked me

I have decided to start this year by revisiting my favourite novel, which I read as a teenager.