/lit/ - Literature

Sick and tired of these two cocksuckers and their novels filled with anime tier femininity, everybody blushing all the time between mandatory netorare concept, a whole host of fucking parasites and / or military aristocracy, useless fucking social events and endless ruminating about muh Russian Soul and / or Universal Spirit. The only good parts are unironically nihilistic (despite Dostoevsky fighting against it) and the descriptions of nature and carnage (Tolstoy). I guess it's a success that you get such a vivid, stifling picture of 19th century society. I actually feel physically ill reading their novels sometimes, especially War and Peace.But everything is always so rural and backwater and country estateish and if it wasn't for Crime and Punishment you'd never get a feel anything happens in a city not filled with gilded ballrooms.

I guess I'm angry because they write the best prose I've ever read but I feel like their worldview is defeatist and counter to progress, a failed serf state.

I’m going to finally start reading the works of these two for the first time. What am I in for? Will I go completely insane? Who was the better writer? What’s your favorite work from them?

Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky didnt feud, but tolstoy pulled bitch moves to avoid talking about dosto (who adored tolstoy and his works) at all costs, despite liking his books, and then this happened:

'When Dostoevsky died, Tolstoy wrote the following to a mutual friend, expressing his regret: "When he died, I understood that he was such a very kindred, dear and necessary person to me. I was a man of letters, and men of letters are all vain, jealous, I at least was that kind of man of letters. But never did it enter my head to compare myself to him, never. All that he did (what he did that was good and real) was such that the more he did, the better it was for me. Art arouses envy in me, intellect does, too, but matters of the heart [arouse] only joy. I thus considered him my friend and never imagined that we wouldn't meet. And suddenly, over dinner [...] I read that he is dead. Some kind of support was taken away from under me. I fell apart, and at that point it became clear how dear he was to me and I wept and I weep still."'

They could have been bros :(

>hurr I like Tolstoy AND Dostoevsky
Ultimate pleb filter. Sorry, but you can only choose one to like, and have to regard the other with loathing, or at least with cold contempt. Make your choices /lit/izens.

Who is the better of the two