Grand Booming Nonsense: Dostoevsky’s Demons

It is often said that one is either a Tolstoy person or a Dostoevsky person, in the same way that one is either a cat person or a dog person.  I used to want to be a Dostoevsky person, just as I wanted to be a dog person.  Tolstoy and cats seemed the blander psychological [...] reputable online casinos australia

Tolstoy vs. Tolstoy

I first discovered the insurmountable problem that is translation as a high school Latin student, trying to muster a serviceable version of the Aeneid without perverting the stately, deliberate structure of Vergil’s sentences.  As it turns out, I’m not much of a translator: I get too wrapped up in the internal architecture of the language [...]

On Elif Batuman’s The Possessed

I’ve been an Elif Batuman enthusiast ever since her work started cropping up in the pages of Harper’s and n+1, so you can imagine my delight when her essays on hapless grad students and Uzbek poetry appeared recently in a collected volume—The Possessed: Adventures with Russian Books and the People Who Read Them. You’ll have [...]