Crime and Punishment
Fyodor Dostoevsky (1821–1881), 1866
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Ατμόσφαιρα: πάθος, φόβος και δέος. Μιλά για την εξουσία, τον θάνατο και την ταυτότητα.
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And if only fate would have sent him repentance—burning repentance that would have torn his heart and robbed him of sleep, that repentance, the awful agony of which brings visions of hanging or drowning! Oh, he would have been glad of it! Tears and agonies would at least have been life. But he did not repent of his crime. He felt very miserable. If it had been possible to escape to some solitude, he would have thought himself lucky, even if he had to spend his whole life there. But although he had almost always been by himself of late, he had never been able to feel alone. Sometimes he walked out of the town on to the high road, once he had even reached a little wood, but the lonelier the place was, the more he seemed to be aware of an uneasy presence near him. It did not frighten him, but greatly annoyed him, so that he made haste to return to the town, to mingle with the crowd, to enter restaurants and taverns, to walk in busy thoroughfares. There he felt easier and even more solitary. Raskolnikov turned to the wall where in the dirty, yellow paper he picked out one clumsy, white flower with brown lines on it and began examining how many petals there were in it, how many scallops in the petals and how many lines on them. He felt his arms and legs as lifeless as though they had been cut off. He did not attempt to move, but stared obstinately at the flower. Τι λένε οι αναγνώστες
Οι αναγνώστες τονίζουν την ηθική σύγκρουση και τις ενοχές, ενώ ορισμένοι επαινούν το ψυχολογικό βάθος και την ένταση που τους απορροφά. Άλλοι τον βρίσκουν αργό και φτωχό σε πλοκή, αν και πολλοί τον θεωρούν αγαπημένο τους.
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- Πώς είναι το «Crime and Punishment»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: πάθος, φόβος και δέος. Μιλά για την εξουσία, τον θάνατο και την ταυτότητα.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «Crime and Punishment»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «Crime and Punishment», δοκίμασε «Anna Karenina» (Leo Tolstoy), «Brave New World» (Aldous Huxley) και «Φρανκενστάιν ή ο σύγχρονος Προμηθέας» (Mary Shelley).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
The strange calm that arrives when a lie comes out perfectly.
Anna said what came to her lips, and marveled, hearing herself, at her own capacity for lying. How simple and natural were her words, and how likely that she was simply sleepy! She felt herself clad in an impenetrable armor of falsehood. She felt that some unseen force had come to her aid and was supporting her.
Anna Karenina · Leo Tolstoy
Τι χάνεται όταν τίποτα δεν μπαίνει ανάμεσα στην επιθυμία και την εκπλήρωσή της;
Impulse arrested spills over, and the flood is feeling, the flood is passion, the flood is even madness: it depends on the force of the current, the height and strength of the barrier. The unchecked stream flows smoothly down its appointed channels into a calm well-being. (The embryo is hungry; day in, day out, the blood-surrogate pump unceasingly turns its eight hundred revolutions a minute. The decanted infant howls; at once a nurse appears with a bottle of external secretion. Feeling lurks in that interval of time between desire and its consummation. Shorten that interval, break down all those old unnecessary barriers.
Brave New World · Aldous Huxley
Ένας νους ξυπνά χωρίς παρελθόν και χωρίς κανέναν να ρωτήσει.
“But where were my friends and relations? No father had watched my infant days, no mother had blessed me with smiles and caresses; or if they had, all my past life was now a blot, a blind vacancy in which I distinguished nothing. From my earliest remembrance I had been as I then was in height and proportion. I had never yet seen a being resembling me or who claimed any intercourse with me. What was I? The question again recurred, to be answered only with groans.
Φρανκενστάιν ή ο σύγχρονος Προμηθέας · Mary Shelley
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