Fictional versions of his father and mother actually appear—Nikolay Rostov and Marya Bolkonsky.
Their presence was a private ladder that enabled the author to climb down into time.
The moonlight is so beautiful she wants to fly into it. A week and three short pages after he first saw the oak, Andrey passes the birch grove again.
“That oak tree, it was somewhere near here in the forest.
You can’t help wondering how much of the book he actually read.
A new BBC adaptation of the novel starring Paul Dano, Lily James, and Gillian Anderson was broadcast in January and February, occasioning new discussions of the book, including some by folks who know it only by hearsay. (The half was back in college: I didn’t finish but it was an intense, memorable encounter.) I last reread it a year ago and made notes.
is often called the greatest novel ever written, which might be true, but it’s like sticking a “Kick me” sign on the book.
Readers can’t help wanting to take issue with the novel, even those who haven’t read it.
It’s a rare year when a bestselling writer doesn’t gripe about Leo Tolstoy’s masterpiece being too bulky or digressive or dull or cerebral or just plain long.
Henry James famously called it a “loose, baggy, monster,” but he also thought its title was .