The contradictions we carry
A whole world in one family.
Probably my favorite book. In the three brothers, Smerdyakov, and their father, I see something of almost everyone. The family feels like a whole world of competing desires, beliefs, and contradictions.
I recognize myself in Dmitri’s passion and in Ivan’s intellectual struggles. That tension between what we feel and what we can reason our way through is what stays with me. I don’t read these characters as people entirely separate from one another. I see parts of myself in them.
