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The Idiot
Contributor(s): Dostoyevsky, Fyodor (Author), Garnett, Constance (Translator), Hruska, Anne (Introduction by)
ISBN: 0553213520     ISBN-13: 9780553213522
Publisher: Bantam Classics
OUR PRICE:   $6.26  
Product Type: Mass Market Paperbound - Other Formats
Published: July 1983
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Annotation: 'The chief thing is that they all need him' -thus Dostoyevsky described Prince Myshkin, the hero of perhaps his most remarkable novel. As the still, radiant center of a plot whose turbulent action is extraordinary even for Dostoyevsky, Myshkin succeeds in dominating through sheer force a personality a cast of characters who vividly and violently embody the passions and conflicts of the 19th century Russia.
Additional Information
BISAC Categories:
- Fiction | Classics
- Fiction | Literary
- Fiction | Psychological
Dewey: FIC
LCCN: 00000854
Lexile Measure: 1040
Physical Information: 1.21" H x 4.22" W x 6.96" (0.72 lbs) 720 pages
Themes:
- Cultural Region - Russia
Accelerated Reader Info
Quiz #: 69663
Reading Level: 10.7   Interest Level: Upper Grades   Point Value: 56.0
 
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"My intention is to portray a truly beautiful soul." --Dostoevsky

Despite the harsh circumstances besetting his own life--abject poverty, incessant gambling, the death of his youngest child--Dostoevsky produced a second masterpiece, The Idiot, after completing Crime and Punishment. In it, a saintly man, Prince Myshkin, is thrust into the heart of a society more concerned with wealth, power, and sexual conquest than with the ideals of Christianity. Myshkin soon finds himself at the center of a violent love triangle in which a notorious woman and a beautiful young girl become rivals for his affections.

Extortion, scandal, and murder follow, testing Myshkin's moral feelings, as Dostoevsky searches through the wreckage left by human misery to find "man in man." The Idiot is a quintessentially Russian novel, one that penetrates the complex psyche of the Russian people. "They call me a psychologist," wrote Dostoevsky. "That is not true. I'm only a realist in the higher sense; that is, I portray all the depths of the human soul."