The underground man is this constantly pondering man of inaction. He resides with his distinctly odorous servant around the Russian city of St. Pertersburg. Quite critical in nature, there is hardly anything I can find that he does in fact enjoy or respect. He does not even like himself completely, or at least he is ashamed of some of his qualities. I understand this to be true due to the part in the story when the underground man exhibits some sort of a caring tendency or nature, but is quick to detour he reader from this into again, a more critical view or opinion on said topic. At first glance, one would assume the underground man is an egomaniac, but I believe him to be quite insecure about himself and longs for positive recognition and acceptance. Underground man is always referring directly to the reader and I am positive he is trying to make himself seem more sane and omniscient to a more skeptical or less understanding reader. I like underground man. I like him a lot. Dostoyevsky, I mean Underground man, is somebody I agree with and can relate to, as pretentious as that sounds. I do agree with a lot, not all, but many of his observations, especially the ones that we would classify as wrong or "bad", but we know are true, but we're just to afraid to articulate and make real.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
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