Sam Kriss’s review of Dostoyevsky’s Demons is not perfect, but it embodies the sort of ambition and verve that inspires fellow essayists (and makes them a little jealous, if I am being honest).
You worry about the wrong things.
You worry about the wrong things.
Sam Kriss’s review of Dostoyevsky’s Demons is not perfect, but it embodies the sort of ambition and verve that inspires fellow essayists (and makes them a little jealous, if I am being honest).
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There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity.