The time-space of Tolstoy’s novels differs from Dostoevsky’s in almost every way. Tolstoy, of course, is no stranger to tragedy and crisis, nor even to the most Dostoevsky-style crisis of all, murder. (Two famous Tolstoyan narratives from 1889, “The Kreutzer Sonata” and “The Devil,” both involve the killing of a woman out of jealousy.) But he handles the cause and aftermath of such crises differently. In his 1890 treatise, “Why Do People Stupefy Themselves?”, Tolstoy remarks in passing that Dostoevsky’s Raskolnikov did not kill the old pawnbroker with an axe on the day of the murder but had been killing her for months, lying feverishly and resentfully on his couch in his garret, making the possibility of that murder a habit of his mind. Tolstoy sensed that with Dostoevsky, for all that he multiplies perspectives on events and filters them through gossipy untrustworthy narrators, a tragic act (when it finally comes to
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In the great Tolstoyan novels before 1880, the ability to assume and then to shed many different ideas while remaining open to a variety of life situations is the defining mark of a successful hero. A great deal of talk goes on in these novels too, but, unlike Dostoevsky’s astonishingly “casual” conversations on cosmic matters, much Tolstoyan talk is “small.” Tolstoy greatly values observation and practical skills – knowing how things work in a hands-on way – but he does not tolerate much abstract philosophy from his heroes. He mercilessly exposes academics and book-writing intellectuals (like Levin’s half-brother Koznyshev in
RecallingourChapter 2on heroes and plots,wemightsaythat Tolstoy doesn’t do “types,” just as he doesn’t do (and doesn’t believe in) formal institutions. The closest his ideal hero comes to one of our categories might be the Fool – not of the holy variety, to be sure, but the bumbling, well-meaning fool, honest where honesty has no place, awkward in society and continually ridiculed by society for his eccentric ways. Pierre Bezukhov and Konstantin Levin are both questing fools in this sense, continually surprised by themselves, and Tolstoy richly rewards them for it.
We might make a corollary observation. Tolstoy mistrusted “official authority”: policemen, military recruiters, tax collectors, the arm of the law, the word of the monarch. He felt that official power could
Petrovich, a police investigator, is a key instrument of Raskolnikov’s salvation, and by the end of the novel almost functions as his spiritual foster father and confessor. The police officers on the Petersburg streets of