This book might have an unsatisfactory ending to some because of the lack of clarity in the early works of Dostoyevsky, however, the book extracts all the things a good book should: self-awareness, introspection, and empathy. You will often feel bad for Golyadkin, and then want to shut the book and hide when you experience some embarrassing error he has committed. You do feel bad for him, and somewhere in the middle of the book question how real Golyadkin’s reality can be. How crazed would we feel if one morning we awoke and met with our double? The suggestion that interprets the doppelgänger as a figment of imagination makes much more sense towards the end and resolves the issue to an extent. However, the ending still leaves much to be wanted.