"You can't understand me, we belong to two different generations." This is a novel you can read over a weekend, but think about for years. We try to speak to each other, to communicate with each other, but we can't. It's not that we don't talk: we do, constantly, piling up words at each other. But the words conceal or exaggerate, they distract or cause others to react, or they are simply lies we tell others and ourselves. [A quick affiliate link to Amazon for those readers who would like to support my work here: if you purchase your Amazon products via any affiliate link from this site, or from my sister site Casual Kitchen , I will receive a small affiliate commission at no extra cost to you. Thank you!] Likewise, the characters in Fathers and Sons talk, a lot, but they cannot communicate across the chasm of a single generation. Imagine how much better off Bazarov would be if his father could help him see, ahead of time, the journey from arrogant, nihi...