The classic case is that of Tolstoy. No one is more alive to the real world than the young Leo Tolstoy, the Tolstoy of War and Peace. After War and Peace, if we follow the standard account, Tolstoy entered upon a long decline into didactism that culminated in he aridity of the late short fiction. Yet to the older Tolstoy the evolution must have seemed quite different. Far from declining, he must have felt, he was ridding himself of the shackles that had enslaved him to appearances, enabling him to face directly the one question that truly engaged his soul: how to live.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Friday, May 9, 2008
Diary of a Bad Year - pg. 193
Labels: J. M. Coetzee, Leon Tolstoy
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