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hollowman777 's review for:
The Death of Ivan Ilych
by Leo Tolstoy
Brilliantly written case study on life and on death. Ivan's entire life was a shell. He was completely miserable only for a few days of his life did he find anything resembling enjoyment. This shows how miserable he was even before he discovered his injury:
So they began living in their new home -- in which, as always happens, when they got thoroughly settled in they found they were just one room short -- and with the increased income, which as always was just a little (some five hundred rubles) too little, but it was all very nice.
All his thoughts, worries, regrets, animosity, it continued to grow up until his final day.
Tolstoy goes to great lengths to show you the desperation of order as Ivan lays dying. Everything must be put into place, everyone must have a reason.
His interaction with Death is classic. They why, why couldn't I have had more, Why couldn't I have had a good life, Why didn't I live a better life, Why didn't I make better decisions.
Profound and leaves me wondering at all the things I have remaining incomplete in my own life. I believe that was the author's intent. To place ourselves in Ivan's position. To go through the motion of that mental checklist of what we have remaining. To look at the wasted relationships. The wasted rat race of working to make more money to spend more money to life as a shell of a thing that in the end we look back at and detest.
So they began living in their new home -- in which, as always happens, when they got thoroughly settled in they found they were just one room short -- and with the increased income, which as always was just a little (some five hundred rubles) too little, but it was all very nice.
All his thoughts, worries, regrets, animosity, it continued to grow up until his final day.
Tolstoy goes to great lengths to show you the desperation of order as Ivan lays dying. Everything must be put into place, everyone must have a reason.
His interaction with Death is classic. They why, why couldn't I have had more, Why couldn't I have had a good life, Why didn't I live a better life, Why didn't I make better decisions.
Profound and leaves me wondering at all the things I have remaining incomplete in my own life. I believe that was the author's intent. To place ourselves in Ivan's position. To go through the motion of that mental checklist of what we have remaining. To look at the wasted relationships. The wasted rat race of working to make more money to spend more money to life as a shell of a thing that in the end we look back at and detest.