Slowly chipping away at Brothers Karamazov. Despite all his wordiness and digressions, it contains some of the craziest drama unfolding within the space of hours I’ve ever read. Reality TV doesn’t hold a candle to these passionate, often drunk, Russians. And of course a drip feed of theological dialogues plus extensive detailing of contemporary Russian culture rounds it out.

The man does really have a way woth identifying all the little ways that people behave and navigate an interaction, putting on faces, jockeying for position, getting right up to the threshold of something before their pride stops them.

Sometimes it feels a little slow, but then something just fucking gobsmacking will happen and you’ll put up with a little more talking about an ancillary monk’s ascetic practice so you can find out what cruel trick Grushenka will do next.