I’ve once again tried to read The Brothers Karamazov by Dostoevsky. The writing is simply amazing, but I just can’t get past Part II. All of the religion preaching that happens is untenable to me. I recoil and cringe. I’ve tried several times to plow through this, thinking and hoping that beyond Part II there will be more story, but then I think, if this Catholic crap is so forward and prominent in the book, it must be important to the story. That means the next 1000 pages or so are going to be centered around these spiritual themes. I decided that I just can’t do it. I’m not willing to suffer through this. And, I don’t have to. It’s one of the nice things about being an adult that we can absolutely walk away from a book we don’t want to read.
So, I say, “Next.” I’ve moved on to a nonfiction for a bit to Story: Substance, Structure, Style, and the Principles of Screenwriting. I don’t know that I’m going to write a screenplay, but the book has been recommended by many different authors so I thought I’d check it out.