An axe to grind and bone to pick.
I know that this is a forgotten thread, a forgotten page. Yet I must yell even if that shout only dissipates and dissapears the moment it sounds through the emptiness of obscurity. But yell I must. Dostoevsky is not the writer or novelist that you think he is! Read Crime and Punishment twice and I think you will agree with me. Everything you thought you loved or did love in your first reading will immediately appear gray, vexingly one-dimensional, and not at all compelling. Is Dostoevsky a bad writer? No, he is not. Are his numerous lauds and blind worship deserved? No, they are not. I shall here quote a writer that is obscured in Dostoevsky's unwaranntedly lofty shadow: Chekhov. (And there are others he has pushed down on his unjustifed climbing of literature's ladder, e.g. Gogol, and even Tolstoy) Chekhov says of Dostoevsky, after first reading him as late as his thirties: Talented, but long and immodest. Too pretentious.
Yes, Anton Pavlovich, your words are true and are, as always, said with your modest, unpretentious bearing. I do not shout "Down with Dostoevsky!", rather proclaim "Make way for the rise of the better! The ascent of Chekhov, Tolstoy and Gogol has and will come!"