Finished! Vertig! I did NOT like this book! I pushed myself through the last 300 pages, just so I could legitimately finish it, but even that was borderline torturous. The book started out so romantically; it’s the story of two couples and their tumultuous relationships. In a nutshell, the relationship that was built on pure passion ended in tragedy, and the one that was more logical seemed to flourish. It almost feels like Tolstoy was following the times by refusing to allow an extra-marital affair to survive, and instead made Anna go mad in the end, taking her own life.
I guess I have to give him credit for not letting everyone live happily ever after.
This book has been regarded by some to be the “greatest novel ever written.” It simply wasn’t that interesting to me, nowhere near the likes of Atlas Shrugged or Lolita.
This quote summarizes Anna Karenina better than my words ever could: “The central theme of Anna Karenina is that a rural life of moral simplicity, despite its monotony, is the preferable personal narrative to a daring life of impulsive passion, which only leads to tragedy.”
And now, back to Gatsby.