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3.99 AVERAGE
3.99 AVERAGE
challenging
reflective
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
dark
funny
hopeful
reflective
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
This story is touching, morbidly sad, incredibly funny, but overall reflects the human soul perfectly: how possessions can consume us, how important money and status are in this world.
The way Gogol introduces us to the story, making fun of Akaky Akakievich at first, ridiculing his name, telling us of his shabby living conditions, then making us appreciate him by showing us how his colleagues make fun of him, left me awestruck.
The story’s narration is nothing short of impressive, as it’s written from a kind of unreliable first-person narrator’s point of view; the narrator surely isn’t omniscient, as they, at times, seem to have just heard of Akaky Akakievich’s story, with a lack of some general information: “Akaky Akakievich was born toward nightfall, if my memory does not deceive me, on the twenty-third of March”, to just give one example. Then again, the narrator seems to be all-seeing; as if they’d been there all this time, had been just beside Akaky Akakievich all his life, and, simply for fun, decided to not give the reader important information: “In the department of … but I had better not mention which department.”
I’m still on a quest to find out why Russian (or, in this case, Ukrainian-born) writers are so great, and reading this story definitely got me a step closer to finally cracking the puzzle.
The way Gogol introduces us to the story, making fun of Akaky Akakievich at first, ridiculing his name, telling us of his shabby living conditions, then making us appreciate him by showing us how his colleagues make fun of him, left me awestruck.
The story’s narration is nothing short of impressive, as it’s written from a kind of unreliable first-person narrator’s point of view; the narrator surely isn’t omniscient, as they, at times, seem to have just heard of Akaky Akakievich’s story, with a lack of some general information: “Akaky Akakievich was born toward nightfall, if my memory does not deceive me, on the twenty-third of March”, to just give one example. Then again, the narrator seems to be all-seeing; as if they’d been there all this time, had been just beside Akaky Akakievich all his life, and, simply for fun, decided to not give the reader important information: “In the department of … but I had better not mention which department.”
I’m still on a quest to find out why Russian (or, in this case, Ukrainian-born) writers are so great, and reading this story definitely got me a step closer to finally cracking the puzzle.
Πολύ ωραίο βιβλίο, μικρό στο μέγεθος. Πολύ ωραία η ιστορία του Γκογκόλ με το παλτό και τον δημόσιο υπάλληλο. Ουσιαστικά κάνει κριτική στο σύστημα της Ρωσίας και το πόσες θυσίες χρειάζεται να κάνει κάποιος για να πάρει τα απολύτως αναγκαία για να μπορέσει να ζήσει. Επίσης σχολιάζει μέσα απο την ιστορία του και το κόλλημα των ρώσων με την ιεαραρχία του συστήματος και της κοινωνικές θέσεις που όταν σου αφαιρέσουν την κοινωνική σου θέση δεν είσαι απολύτως τίποτα. Ένα απλό σκουπίδι.
5/5
5/5
Sometimes all you need is an overcoat to have a meaning of your life but if it's taken away nothing can fill it
dark
funny
mysterious
medium-paced
challenging
dark
hopeful
sad
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
dark
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
Oh this went absolutely the fuck off. Excellent critique of the dehumanization that comes with capitalism and I'm glad he returned to haunt their asses in the end.
"San Petersburgo se quedó sin él como si jamás hubiera existido."
lo amé
lo amé