Predictably, while I admire the technique, I prefer the hysteria–and drama–of Dostoevsky

In Chekhov, writes James Lasdun, literature seems to face us, “for the first time, with a reflection of ourselves in our unadorned ordinariness [and] our unfathomable strangeness.”


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