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3.61 AVERAGE
3.61 AVERAGE
sad
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
كاتب العام بالنسبة لي... فيودور دوستويفسكي...
**ماذا يعني الشرف حين لا يجد المرء م يأكله؟! المال... المال هو الأهم!!**
الفقر من أسوء ما قد يعانيه المرء... فقد قال سيدنا عمر بن الخطاب: لو كان الفقر رجلا لقتلته...
قد تبدو الرواية غريبة بعض الشيء كونها تشبه كثيرا ما يقوله المرء وهو يحدث نفسه (فعندما تتموضع الجمل تبدو الأفكار مبعثرة من الخارج بقدر ما تبدو ذات مغزى لصاحبها) ... ولكنها البراعة تبرز في تصوير الصراع بين المرء ونفسه... أشخاص ممزقون بين الواقع وما يريدون أن يعرفهم به الآخرون!! أشخاص أنهكهم الفقر وأنزل من تقديرهم لأنفسهم ليقودوهم في النهاية إلى قرارات لا يرغبون بها ويجبرون عليها...
كونها أول رواية ل دوستويفسكي على الإطلاق فهي تمنحنا نبذة عن نوع الأدب الذي يريد أن يتبناه... أدب ينصف الضعفاء ويعري معاناتهم اليومية بصورة تمس إنسان ذلك الزمان (وإنسان اليوم على حد سواء) ... أظن أن دوستويفسكي يصبو لكتابة كتب تمتاز بالبساطة... كتب تظهر للناس جانبها الخفي!
أمنح الرواية أربع نجمات من أصل خمس.
**ماذا يعني الشرف حين لا يجد المرء م يأكله؟! المال... المال هو الأهم!!**
الفقر من أسوء ما قد يعانيه المرء... فقد قال سيدنا عمر بن الخطاب: لو كان الفقر رجلا لقتلته...
قد تبدو الرواية غريبة بعض الشيء كونها تشبه كثيرا ما يقوله المرء وهو يحدث نفسه (فعندما تتموضع الجمل تبدو الأفكار مبعثرة من الخارج بقدر ما تبدو ذات مغزى لصاحبها) ... ولكنها البراعة تبرز في تصوير الصراع بين المرء ونفسه... أشخاص ممزقون بين الواقع وما يريدون أن يعرفهم به الآخرون!! أشخاص أنهكهم الفقر وأنزل من تقديرهم لأنفسهم ليقودوهم في النهاية إلى قرارات لا يرغبون بها ويجبرون عليها...
كونها أول رواية ل دوستويفسكي على الإطلاق فهي تمنحنا نبذة عن نوع الأدب الذي يريد أن يتبناه... أدب ينصف الضعفاء ويعري معاناتهم اليومية بصورة تمس إنسان ذلك الزمان (وإنسان اليوم على حد سواء) ... أظن أن دوستويفسكي يصبو لكتابة كتب تمتاز بالبساطة... كتب تظهر للناس جانبها الخفي!
أمنح الرواية أربع نجمات من أصل خمس.
Disclaimer: I am a Dostoevsky enthusiast hence this review is subject to the obvious bias.
Poor Folk is Dostoevsky's first novel (the pre Siberian era) which became an instant success. Obviously given the unfathomable genius which would follow in his later works, Poor Folk would fall short against the relative giants (in fact almost every book will fall short in that case).
Hence, rating it through that lens would be an injustice.
It is a very short book, 100 pages or so, which consists of mostly letter exchanges between two close friends, with a complicated relationship, akin to Dostoevsky's other works. The form of the book being a correspondence of letters, in itself is extremely unique and this different style of writing only deepens the mysteriousness of the characters so involved.
I picked this up with the obvious bias of not being as deep as his awe-spiring legends, and I thoroughly enjoyed the work. It was not hard to find real deep traces of the future characters who would hence be weaved; be it the underground man, Sonya, even Verkhovensky and Stavrogin.
I would also like to mention, a cameo of a character called Pokrovsky, who charmed me extremely. There is an instance where his love of books is detailed with him getting vexed when someone else tries to touch his books, bringing alive every booknerd to ever exist.
'Pokrovsky used to give me books; at first I read them to keep myself awake; then more attentively, and afterwards with eagerness. They opened all at once before me much more that was new, unknown and unfamiliar. New thoughts, new impressions rushed in a perfect flood into my heart. And the more emotion, the more perplexity and effort it cost me to assimilate those new impressions, the dearer they were to me and the more sweetly they thrilled my soul. They crowded upon my heart all at once, giving it no rest. A strange chaos began to trouble my whole being. But that spiritual commotion could not upset my balance altogether. I was too dreamy and that saved me.'
And who would not agree?
The intricacies of literature, the obvious mockery of poverty, the isolation and depression hence ensued, the misuse of power, the pathetic helplessness of a blameless woman, with the enabling genius of Dostoevsky, helps this tale to craft in its nuances very commendably.
As far as I am concerned, I can safely say this was the glimpse of a genius in making and a marvellous debut. (But then I must warn you, that there would hardly be anything written by Dostoevsky which I won't like).
Poor Folk is Dostoevsky's first novel (the pre Siberian era) which became an instant success. Obviously given the unfathomable genius which would follow in his later works, Poor Folk would fall short against the relative giants (in fact almost every book will fall short in that case).
Hence, rating it through that lens would be an injustice.
It is a very short book, 100 pages or so, which consists of mostly letter exchanges between two close friends, with a complicated relationship, akin to Dostoevsky's other works. The form of the book being a correspondence of letters, in itself is extremely unique and this different style of writing only deepens the mysteriousness of the characters so involved.
I picked this up with the obvious bias of not being as deep as his awe-spiring legends, and I thoroughly enjoyed the work. It was not hard to find real deep traces of the future characters who would hence be weaved; be it the underground man, Sonya, even Verkhovensky and Stavrogin.
I would also like to mention, a cameo of a character called Pokrovsky, who charmed me extremely. There is an instance where his love of books is detailed with him getting vexed when someone else tries to touch his books, bringing alive every booknerd to ever exist.
'Pokrovsky used to give me books; at first I read them to keep myself awake; then more attentively, and afterwards with eagerness. They opened all at once before me much more that was new, unknown and unfamiliar. New thoughts, new impressions rushed in a perfect flood into my heart. And the more emotion, the more perplexity and effort it cost me to assimilate those new impressions, the dearer they were to me and the more sweetly they thrilled my soul. They crowded upon my heart all at once, giving it no rest. A strange chaos began to trouble my whole being. But that spiritual commotion could not upset my balance altogether. I was too dreamy and that saved me.'
And who would not agree?
The intricacies of literature, the obvious mockery of poverty, the isolation and depression hence ensued, the misuse of power, the pathetic helplessness of a blameless woman, with the enabling genius of Dostoevsky, helps this tale to craft in its nuances very commendably.
As far as I am concerned, I can safely say this was the glimpse of a genius in making and a marvellous debut. (But then I must warn you, that there would hardly be anything written by Dostoevsky which I won't like).
This book was ok. As an epistolary novel consisting of letters between two wretchedly poor characters, it often felt more like two intertwined (long) short stories than a unified narrative, which is ... fine, but there never really felt like there was a real plot through-line. Which is, again ... fine. It's interesting that Dostoevsky wrote the novel to try to overcome his own serious financial difficulties, which imbues the poor folk in the novel with what I assume is a lot of realism (and a sympathetic portrayal, though especially in the case of Makar his poverty is self-inflicted to a degree that made it hard for me to sympathize totally). I was never entirely sure how to interpret the relationship between Makar and Varvara -- 175 years of distance between writing and reading makes it hard to culturally understand whether they were supposed to be writing romantically or not. Yes, there is a lot of "love" language, but Makar several times phrases it in a paternal/familial sort of way; meanwhile there is the large age difference and the distant family relationship, which could go either way as far as I understand 1845. I didn't care for the ending--seemed a little deus ex machina (at least in Makar's side).
Beautiful and painful!
Read it at a time when this book would hurt the most & it did.
Read it at a time when this book would hurt the most & it did.
dark
emotional
reflective
sad
slow-paced
reflective
sad
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
"ما أقبح الفقر وما أجمل الفقراء" رواية وأي رواية يأخذنا دوستويفسكي في أول رواياته إلى عالم يتهرب منه الجميع إلى حقيقة يُغَض البصر عنها -عالم الفقر- حيث الفقراء المهمشين من يخافون ويعتقدون أن أنظار الجميع عليهم وهم وللأسف بعيدين كل البعد عن تركيز العالم وربما يكمن حل مشكلتهم بتوجيه الأنظار إليهم، يختار لنا دوستويفسكي أبطال الرواية من أعمار مختلفة ليرينا أن الفقر لا يعرف عمر أو جنس. كم حزنت على الأبطال وكم تمنيت لو في مقدوري مساعدتهم، قد يظن معظم الناس أن الفقير هو فقط من لايملك أي مال أو عمل من يجلس في الشوارع طلبا للمال أو يدق الأبواب بحثا عن أي مساعدة ولكن ماذا عمّن تعتقد أنهم ليسوا بحاجة للمال أو "مستورة" مثلما يقولون ماذا عمّن يتملكهم الحياء لطلب المساعدة نري في الرواية أنه بالرغم من التعب والاجتهاد والعمل قد لا تكفي كل تلك الجهود، ما إحساسك لو كان أكبر حلم في حياتك أن تشتري حذاء جديد أن ترتدي قطعة ملابس ليست مليئة بالرقع أن تصرف عن نفسك الحياء والخجل ممن تكون، ولكن حتي أبطال الرواية لم يهتموا بأنفسهم كان كل همهم هو مساعدة بعضهم البعض موظف كبير في السن يبحث بشتي الطرق عن أي مال ليدخل السرور علي قلب شابة يتيمة ليس لها أحد وهذه الشابة لا تلبس أن تعطيه أخر قروش معها بصدر رحب في علاقة لا يسودها غير الحب والامتنان برغم فقر المال فإنهم لم يفقدوا انسانيتهم، ستتمني لو تحظي بشخص واحد فقط ليشاركك علاقة تشبه علاقتهم شخص تستطيع أن تتجرد أمامه ولا تزين له الحقائق، قد تندهش من مدي دقة الرواية في وصف الفقر والفقراء ومشاعرهم وأفكارهم و لكن هذا طبيعي فبرغم شهرة دوستويفسكي وعبقريته إلا أنه عاني من الفقر والديون معظم حياته وقد تندهش إلي أي مدي كانت حياته بائسة ومريرة، ملخص القول كان الكتاب صادقاً يلامس القلب تمنيت لو طالت الرسائل بضع صفحات أخري تمنيت لو عرفت ما الذي حدث بعد ذلك.
medium-paced