Oh! I know! A number of factors have converged to convince me that I should read some Dostoevsky:
- reading David Foster Wallace's pro-Dostoevsky essay in Consider the Lobster, last week
- seeing Tiny Kushner last night, which includes a scene where Laura Bush reads her favorite novel, The Brothers Karamazov, to the dead children of Iraq
- the hype for From the House of the Dead at the Metropolitan Opera, based on one of Dostoevsky's lesser-known novels
- a promise I once made to a young man that I would read The Brothers Karamazov if he read Atonement. I doubt that this man kept up his end of the bargain, and indeed, he broke some promises about things that are far more important than Ian McEwan novels--so I shouldn't feel like I owe him anything, but nonetheless, I still feel guilty that I haven't read Dostoevsky.