The Idiot Learns to Read #12: Crime and Punishment

Ghosts are, as it were, shreds and fragments of other worlds, the beginning of them. A man in health has, of course, no reason to see them, because he is above all a man of this earth and is bound for the sake of completeness and order to live only in this life. But as soon as one is ill, as soon as the normal earthly order of the organism is broken, one begins to realise the possibility of another world; and the more seriously ill one is, the closer becomes one’s contact with that other world, so that as soon as the man dies he steps straight into that world.

Crime and Punishment is the bizarre tale of a young man who has dropped out of university and decides to commit a murder he thinks will benefit society.  For whatever reason, Raskolnikov has left school and is now living in poverty.  Although he can get money from his mother, he decides to walk around completely dejected and impoverished, pawning his things with a crooked pawnbroker up the street.  It is she that he decides to kill.

He convinces himself that her death will benefit everyone, because she is a bloodsucker and malevolent.  He thinks that his peers will probably give him a medal for doing so.  He concots this plan to get rid of her.  It’s very cold and calculating, down to the last minute detail.  After having a very graphic dream about men beating a horse, then killing it with an axe, he decides to kill the woman with an axe.  He has all these dreams up to the murder, all of them basically convincing him that he is doing the right thing. 

”A familiar phenomenon, actions are sometimes performed in a masterly and most cunning way, while the direction of the actions is deranged and dependent on various morbid impressions– it’s like a dream.”

Raskolnikov does kill her, but he seems almost surprised that he did it.  Also, he kills her stepdaughter, not on purpose, but because the girl had the misfortune of showing up at the scene of the crime.  He steals the pawnbroker’s money as intended, but then ends up never using the money.  I don’t know if it’s guilt, or maybe he was afraid to get caught, but he hides everything he took under a rock somewhere.  He never even bothers to go back for it. 

After the murder, Raskolnikov seems to really go crazy.  He’s having strange dreams.  He thinks that everyone is out to get him, even his friends and family.  His mother and sister travel up to Petersburg, where he lives, because the sister Dounia is getting married, and Raskolnikov thinks that they have somehow discovered he is a murderer.  Everywhere he turns, he has this idea that everyone is watching him, that everyone knows, that everyone is just toying with him.  They want him to confess.  They’re trying to trick him into saying something. 

He begins to treat all of his close friends and family with detachment.  He’s rude to them, pushing them away.  Nobody can understand why he is acting this way.  In the middle of his psychosis, a number of other things are happening to the people around him.

His sister Dounia and his mother came to Petersburg because Dounia was to be married to Pyotr.  Dounia was turned out of her position as a maid because the mistress of the house accused her of having an affair with her husband Svidgrailov.  This turned out to be false, but Dounia left anyway.  Raskolnikov’s friend, Razumihin meets Dounia and falls immediately in love with her but is despaired because she’s going to marry Pyotr.

In the meantime, someone else confesses to the crime.  Raskolnikov thinks it’s all a ploy.  He goes to the police to say something to the lead detective Porfiry, but ends up changing his mind because he thinks that Porfiry is setting a trap for him.  It’s all very strange, his mindset. 

Raskolnikov’s friend Maledov gets drunk in the street and is run over by a carriage.  The family is very poor because Maledov has been drinking up all the money, so Rasklonikov decides to help with the funeral costs.  Because of this he meets Sonia, Maledov’s eldest daughter who has been prostituting herself so that her three younger siblings can eat.  Despite the fact that Sonia is a prositute, she is good and honest and extremely Christian.  She realises people look down on her because she’s a prostitute but she understands that this is a sacrifice that she has to make for the family.  Raskolnikov immediately becomes enamoured with her but at first you really can’t tell.  He’s so odd and in the middle of a guilty delerium. 

He is still treating everyone like garbage, but now he’s going aruond asking people, “Do you think I could have committed this murder?”  Everyone is looking at him like he’s crazy.  I think he is. 

Raskolnikov hates Dounia’s fiance, thinking he’s up to no good.  He runs him off, much to Razumihin’s delight.  Now he and Dounia can be togeher once he makes his fortunate.  Svidgrailov, Dounia’s old employer, shows up, much to everyone’s annoyance.  He has murdered his wife, but there is no evidence, so he gets away with it.  He is obsessed with Dounia and tries to give her all this money.  He even gives money to Sonia’s siblings after their mother dies.  He is a very odd character and I can’t see how he fits into the story sometimes.  He has visions of his dead wife haunting him, and after he tries to blackmail Dounia he commits suicide. 

Because he is very affectionate with Sonia and Sonia is so God-fearing, she eventually gets him to confess to his crimes and urges him to go to the police and tell them the truth.  Even though it means that he will be sent to a Siberian prison, she says that she will stand by him until his sentence is complete.  Eventually the whole thing comes out.  Dounia, Razumihin and everybody are all properly shocked but it’s like a weight comes off his shoulders once he finally confesses.  He does slip back into a period where he is basically a jerk to everyone around him, but little by little with Sonia’s care he returns to normalcy.

I really enjoyed this book despite its great length.  That is what took me so long, just getting through it.  Dostoevsky also is extremely wordy and descriptive.  I did find myself skimming through some hefty chapters because it was basically rambling thoughts on behalf of the characters.  Raskolnikov was perplexing.  I don’t know if he was crazy or maybe just a homicidal maniac.  Did he really believe all that crap about doing the public a service?  He had thoughts of murdering other people:  Porfiry, Svidgrailov, almost everyone he came into contact because he thought they were out to get him.  He’s the one that committed a heinous crime!  Why should they not be after him.

I give Dostoevsky an A-.  I would give him an A+ but he lost points for being so damn verbose.  I am guilty of that myself, but enough’s enough sometimes.  Next, I’d like to read William Faulkner’s The Sound and the Fury for my book club but I can’t find it online, so I might go with Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert.

The Idiot Learns to Read #11: My Antonia

When the sun was dropping low, Antonia came up the big south draw with her team. How much older she had grown in eight months! She had come to us a child, and now she was a tall, strong young girl, although her fifteenth birthday had just slipped by. I ran out and met her as she brought her horses up to the windmill to water them. She wore the boots her father had so thoughtfully taken off before he shot himself, and his old fur cap. Her outgrown cotton dress switched about her calves, over the boot-tops. She kept her sleeves rolled up all day, and her arms and throat were burned as brown as a sailor’s. Her neck came up strongly out of her shoulders, like the bole of a tree out of the turf. One sees that draught-horse neck among the peasant women in all old countries.

I didn’t think I would like this book.  I’m not really much into westerns and prairie stories.  Who wants to read about a country boy growing up on a farm and then in some small pokey little town in the midwest?

It turned out to be riveting and I flew through the pages quickly because suddenly I had a vested interest in this boy’s life.  Despite the title My Antonia is really about a young boy who moves to Nebraska from Virginia after his parents die.  He goes to live with his grandparents on their farm, just around the way from some Bohemian people, the Shimerdas.  They have a daughter, Antonia.  From the day he first meets her, Jim has a certain love affair with this girl who is a few years older than him.  He is 10 years old when they first meet.

They spend their growing up years playing together out on the prairie.  It was all very sweet and innocent, but he can’t help the way he feels about her.  She treats him like a child, but they have an intense friendship.  Later, Jim’s grandparents decide they are too old to maintain a farm and they move into town.  Jim doesn’t get to see Antonia much anymore until she too later moves to town to get a job.

This book highlights what happens when there are missed opportunities and unspoken desires.  By the time Antonia comes to town, she is grown and Jim is still in high school.  Of course, he’s too young to really profess his love for her.  He hates how she goes running around with boys her own age, but there’s nothing really he can do about it.  By the time Jim comes of age, he goes off to college and leaves Antonia behind.

While away at school he meets up with another girl he grew up with, Lena Lindgard and for a little while I thought it was her that he would marry, but I soon realised that she was just a chapter in his life.  The two even spent a bit of time talking about Antonia.  Eventually Jim leaves even Lena to go east to attend law school.

Many years later, Jim returns to his small hometown to find that Antonia has married and now has 10 children.  He wasn’t bitter or disappointed.  It’s just that their lives took them in two different directions.  It was never meant to be, maybe.  Perhaps it was the difference in their ages, the difference in their upbringing.  It could have been anything.  Whatever it was, they never get together.

I really enjoyed this book.  The language was easy without being dumbed-down.  I felt each and every character as if I knew these people.  Jim had a way of really putting his thoughts forward.  I give Willa Cather an A+

Next up is Fyodor Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment.  This is sure to be a heavy read.  I don’t know how I feel about this.  I’ll let you know.