I think the problem here is that unlike Levin, our hero on the one hand disdains his former, aristocratic life while on the other romanticizes Cossack life. The problem this creates is that we have no center to feel attached to since the Cossack’s are mostly distant to him and we never know his old life. Levin found peace in accepting who he was without hating or romanticizing everyone. Not very interesting reading.
I must have been asleep the day everyone else was told what this novel was about. I was expecting more mild-mannered English manners; this is not at all that.
I am going to make the same complaint about Emily I made about her sister Charlotte, that is she does a poor job of describing a scene and putting the reader in a place. Yes the house is sufficiently Gothic, but that’s all I know.
The rest is good so far
Every so often you read a novel that makes you say to yourself, “I had no idea a writer was allowed to do that!”
Such is the case where the 2nd person perspective changes between characters: You the Reader also become You the Other Reader, Ludmilla.
Meanwhile the Other Reader is also a character in the books whom Marana (the falsifier of novels) is obsessed with.
That this all makes sense is amazing.