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kubs's review against another edition
dark
reflective
sad
tense
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
4.5
Content Warnings
Graphic: Emotional abuse and Schizophrenia/Psychosis
Moderate: Body shaming, Bullying, and Toxic relationship
Minor: Alcohol
ladygodivas's review against another edition
4.0
the writing in this book is absolutely phenomenal. and the character study?? flawless. i loved the narrator and his flaws and shortcomings and even his despicable sides. he was horrendous and completely unlikable. but i respect him and how he turned out this way. i sympathize with his sorry way of living and thinking.
i read this in one sitting and i did not expect to achieve that because this is my first dostoevsky. the writing was really all over the place at first but once i got used to it, i started to really enjoy it.
looking forward to reading more of his works!
i read this in one sitting and i did not expect to achieve that because this is my first dostoevsky. the writing was really all over the place at first but once i got used to it, i started to really enjoy it.
looking forward to reading more of his works!
lilydloe11's review against another edition
felt smart reading it but so so happy it’s over
anaika's review against another edition
4.0
"I'm sick. I'm ugly. I fucking hate myself. Did I mention I'm better than everyone else?" honestly real. I know that is an over-simplification but yes!! Reading this is not for the weak, though
cenniy's review against another edition
5.0
This book is about a disgusting, vile, and ugly man. He is the epitome of weaponised insecurity, wielding his anger of the world he lives in and - moreso - his anger concerning his self on anyone he can (friends, strangers, and a prostitute) in order to provide him even the slimmest feeling of superiority and friendship.
Makes sense, right?
No.
And nor should it. This book is paranoia incarnate. It is everything but concise. It rambles and weaves through topics and themes faster than one can keep up, as this man seeks to validate his hatred with the most fallible of logics.
But here's the kicker.
Ultimately, our protagonist seeks to explain how we are wrong in our pursuit for pleasure - for a sense of utopia in which we feel little to no pain - for we can find pleasure in pain... Well, he might be right, because this book is painful to read, and yet I kept turning the pages, driven by a curiosity, a sense of pity, and perhaps even a sense of superiority over this man. In it I found a bizarre pleasure.
I'm certain this won't be my last delve into the Underground.
Makes sense, right?
No.
And nor should it. This book is paranoia incarnate. It is everything but concise. It rambles and weaves through topics and themes faster than one can keep up, as this man seeks to validate his hatred with the most fallible of logics.
But here's the kicker.
Ultimately, our protagonist seeks to explain how we are wrong in our pursuit for pleasure - for a sense of utopia in which we feel little to no pain - for we can find pleasure in pain... Well, he might be right, because this book is painful to read, and yet I kept turning the pages, driven by a curiosity, a sense of pity, and perhaps even a sense of superiority over this man. In it I found a bizarre pleasure.
I'm certain this won't be my last delve into the Underground.