Dusty rides again this is another shining one. I love it very much despite all the chaos and ridiculousness of That Plot. What a brilliant weaving. Everything is so deliciously interlaced I have no idea how one sets about organising this but I'm glad he did even if it took him writing eight novels as drafts of this one.

Probably this bears the most relation to Tolstoy from what I've read of FD. Karamazov is still the superior work of the corpus and spends time leaning into Mystery and Orthodox monastic politics as well as the grisly murders and exquisite writing whereas this is a work that skates about everywhere. I'm stunned that there wasn't a duel in the entire thing though it was threatened four or five times.

What on earth was going on with that ending Fyodor