Chillin with a Classic

I finally got to start "The Brothers Karamazov" today by Fyodor Dostoevsky.  

It is a classic novel that I'm excited to read.

It is 700 pages long.  Not weeny pages either.  Like 650 words a page.

It will be the longest novel I have ever read.  

It is a book that will be short on humor, which I knew from the start, buy may have had the funniest foreward by the author that I have ever read.

For all intensive purposes, he told you that you probably wouldn't like the book.  And told critics that they not even feel obligated to read all of it.  Had they got bored in the first half, he explains that the second half won't redeem it.  

The funniest review I read in it was this:

Dostoevsky is the only psychologis, incidentally, from whom I had something to learn; he ranks amonst the most beautiful strokes of forutune in my life.

Friedrich Nietzsche

The book aims to answer questions/philosophies/theologies of the origin of man, of the nature of God, and of the problem of evil in this world and the best response to it.

It is renowned for having "the strongest arguments ever formulated against the existence of God."

In all, it is the tale of three brothers and how they deal with the murder of their father, one a sensualist, one an intellectual, and one an idealist.

I'm excited.

I hope that excitment can carry me through the depth and breadth of this book.