As I read Anna Karenina (1878), I believe Tolstoy is the best writer ever lived. I am so intrigued by his writing style. Each description isn't fluff but psychoanalysis fodder. As a young writer myself, I think on modern publishers who'd criticize my arched metaphors and naivete. Placing my heart on this blog requires discipline for me. I don't enjoy criticism on my work because each labor rips a part of my soul. Yet Tolstoy doesn't think on criticism, he just writes. Even still, while critics lament his social commentary, he is still regarded more highly than Paul of Tarsus. He allows his soul to be tread upon with no injury to his own identity.
Konstantin Levin's story! I won't do you or him justice to write about it. I love him, I think I love him more than Anna Karenina and Stiva. Not unexpectedly, I am learning more from reading Anna Karenina than any other great magnum opus. If I had read this book any earlier, I wouldn't have finished, or certainly never started again. I am grateful for my sixteen year-old doubts. "If the world could write by itself, it would write like Tolstoy." - Isaak Babel
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Dad
12/7/2017 03:12:18 pm
Great stories come from adventure. Adventure takes many forms and one man's adventure is another man's Godot. Live life, keep writing, and see what's read! I love you.
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