I kept reading and reading from "The Brothers Karamazov" last night. I am no literary critic and reading such often bores me, what with their interpretations of post-modernism and romanticism and this and that. I sometimes wonder if maybe the story hasn't been lost. But here is a thought about why I love this book so much. A plot is thought, by myself, to consist of actions between characters amidst the background of circumstances. Skywalker pilots an X-Wing in battle on the Death Star during a rebellion against the Empire. How much of the substance of the character is actually part of the plot? If the plot is generally behaviors amidst environment, where does the heart come in? Yes, books give pages to the feelings of their characters, but rarely have I seen it to this magnitude. For if I were to chronicle the events of one of the characters it shouldn't take half the number of pages to tell where he's gone and done. But the important considerations are the motives and the motives have histories as well, and thus the reason for such a large book. This is not a book for a snack, a quick fix of "chicken soup for the soul" where a one dimensional emotion streaks across the sky for an instant, dying just as quickly. This is a feast, a long feast. The reader dines on many points, thoughts, passages... can take her time. It is a book to be read and savored, like a true dining experience... not a quick meal heated in the microwave because one feels peckish.
I am 6/8 of the way through the book. Thus far it is among the best that I've ever read. Anyone who loves the human condition, whether it is the experience of joy, passionate love, honor, thievery, cunning, spirituality, bonds of friendship, buffoonery and more... should read this book.