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hibiscus 's review for:
War and Peace
by Leo Tolstoy
It was like the terminator series )
Srsly; The first two volumes were great. It started a bit confusing as it took a few hundred pages to get accustomed to the cast. And then it started. The early campaigns, hot intrigues, affairs, all the colours of the court, the balls. It was robust, realistic, sometimes sarcastic, and not sugary or hyper-patriotic at all, which impressed me at first. The plot of Anatole-Dolokhov to kidnap Natasha was the novel's apogee for me. So I started nurturing really high hopes regarding the coming series..
But the rhythm broke down. Narrative went astray. At some point I found myself wondering were did all the charm of the novel go. It seemed I had switched to an early socialist propaganda. The long waited war of 1812 become a long introduction into the life and ideas of peasantry and workers put in the mouth of Platon Karataev and brainwashed thoughts of Pierre. And the once vivid story nearly died and smoked through the rest of the book (some other 800p). tl;dr
Just kidding. I read it till the end. And lo, a hundred pages long epilogue. The game wasn't lost, I hoped to get payed-off for my patience. Alas, what I got was irony. What I felt proud of in the beginning was wasted altogether. It was a long effeminated happy-end.
So was that enough. nope. I got yet another second epilogue of pure scholasticism.
Here's what I wrote to a friend when I finished it.
'''
It was like a 4 season long series. It started great. It hit the top in the end of the second season. Everyone waited what's gonna be next. Then suddenly the playwright changed and the audience got disappointed. Actors started leaving the show, so the director should kill them. The final episodes were simply a long happy end. But they still hadn't met the contract terms. So they extended the movie with a long epilogue of the most boring philosophic monologue, one I'd have myself in an armchair or tell a friend when drunk but definitely not put in da book.
It seems Leo was taken by the aliens in the middle of the book).
'''
So what's the bottom line/
Respect your reader Leo. Don't teach them how to live.
And also respect yourself. Don't let yourself get boring. That's the last thing people tolerate.
Srsly; The first two volumes were great. It started a bit confusing as it took a few hundred pages to get accustomed to the cast. And then it started. The early campaigns, hot intrigues, affairs, all the colours of the court, the balls. It was robust, realistic, sometimes sarcastic, and not sugary or hyper-patriotic at all, which impressed me at first. The plot of Anatole-Dolokhov to kidnap Natasha was the novel's apogee for me. So I started nurturing really high hopes regarding the coming series..
But the rhythm broke down. Narrative went astray. At some point I found myself wondering were did all the charm of the novel go. It seemed I had switched to an early socialist propaganda. The long waited war of 1812 become a long introduction into the life and ideas of peasantry and workers put in the mouth of Platon Karataev and brainwashed thoughts of Pierre. And the once vivid story nearly died and smoked through the rest of the book (some other 800p). tl;dr
Just kidding. I read it till the end. And lo, a hundred pages long epilogue. The game wasn't lost, I hoped to get payed-off for my patience. Alas, what I got was irony. What I felt proud of in the beginning was wasted altogether. It was a long effeminated happy-end.
So was that enough. nope. I got yet another second epilogue of pure scholasticism.
Here's what I wrote to a friend when I finished it.
'''
It was like a 4 season long series. It started great. It hit the top in the end of the second season. Everyone waited what's gonna be next. Then suddenly the playwright changed and the audience got disappointed. Actors started leaving the show, so the director should kill them. The final episodes were simply a long happy end. But they still hadn't met the contract terms. So they extended the movie with a long epilogue of the most boring philosophic monologue, one I'd have myself in an armchair or tell a friend when drunk but definitely not put in da book.
It seems Leo was taken by the aliens in the middle of the book).
'''
So what's the bottom line/
Respect your reader Leo. Don't teach them how to live.
And also respect yourself. Don't let yourself get boring. That's the last thing people tolerate.