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A Confession: Leo Tolstoy
by Leo Tolstoy
dark
reflective
sad
medium-paced
A reflection on the author's life and his search for meaning. It was somewhat ironic when Tolstoy talked about looking into the past, into the 'sages' wisdom' to find the answer to his crisis, only to be disappointed; that was exactly what I was doing reading this book. Obviously, it's silly to expect the meaning of life to be in one Russian autobiography but I have to admit, he lost me when his eventual conclusion was "God."
It felt like he was simply inventing a definition for God that would satisfy him - because he, as detailed in multiple chapters, couldn't accept the inherent unreasonableness of religion - because he had no other answers to life's biggest questions. Kind of a cop-out, but whatever floats your boat, man.
It felt like he was simply inventing a definition for God that would satisfy him - because he, as detailed in multiple chapters, couldn't accept the inherent unreasonableness of religion - because he had no other answers to life's biggest questions. Kind of a cop-out, but whatever floats your boat, man.
Content Warnings
Moderate: Suicide