A readable, unusual and ultimately frustrating novel. One gets the feeling that the author didn't really have a game plan for what he wanted to do with the story; instead he wrote by just winging it, making it all up as he went along. Of course the academic world is no stranger to taking a largely plotless, directionless novel and rationalizing it as "modern" and "ahead of its time." [1] Which... still doesn't change the fact that it remains a largely plotless, directionless novel. With some admitted exceptions, what happens in Dead Souls doesn't matter, the characters don't matter, the specific plot points of the novel don't matter, almost none of it matters. And yes, modern literary analysis will then tell us that that's the whole point, explaining to us patiently that proto-modern novels of this sort are a satire or a send-up of the novel form itself. [2] Note that the reader can still enjoy and appreciate aspects of this work. Like Dic...
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