Leaving Joyce for Turgenev
By ice rivers
I'm a reader who has long contended that incomprehendible writing is not brilliant writing.
So recently I was laboring my way through Ulysses when my reading device malfunctioned and sent me back to the beginning. The broken device required me to swipe all the way back, page by page, to wwhere I had left off. The edition of Ulysses that I was reading, didn't include chapters so I found if diffiuclt to get back to where I once belonged about halfway through the book.
I picked up another Kindle, this one didn't contain Ulysses but it did have a collection of short stories. I read the first four short stories in the collection and was amazed at their beauty, power, and readability. I dicovered they were all by the same author. The author's name is Ivan Turgenev. I've been reading Turgenev for the last week.
It's gonna be awhile beforre I get back to Joyce.
Turgenev earns his rigor the old fashioned way, the way of Tolstoy and Dosteovsky. The brilliance is unceasingly comprehendible.