
Thoughts: If you don't like a bitter, pretentious, at times knowingly dishonest protagonists wallowing in self-pity, do not read this book. However, conversely, that is almost exactly what I look for in a book. No sarcasm intended. Dostoevsky's portrayal of his "Underground Man" is perfect; the over-thought intellectualism, maddening stupidity and his witticisms on philosophy, religion, politics and life. The character, though deeply flawed, seems to me to ring true of human nature. Perhaps it is simply that I am a bitter, pretentious philosophising lunatic, but this book is, honestly, bloody brilliant.
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