Dostoevsky's Demons (or The Possessed):
Dostoevsky's
Demons (also known as
The Possessed) is a dark and politically charged novel set in a provincial Russian town. It centers around the arrival of the enigmatic Nikolai Stavrogin, whose magnetic personality and complex past influence a web of interconnected characters, including the idealistic liberal Stepan Verkhovensky and his revolutionary son Pyotr. As Pyotr orchestrates a nihilistic and destructive political cell, the town descends into chaos, marked by manipulation, violence, and ultimately, tragic deaths that expose the dangerous consequences of radical ideologies and the seductive power of nihilism.
Demons stands as one of Dostoevsky's greatest works due to its profound psychological exploration of individuals consumed by destructive ideologies and its chillingly prophetic depiction of the potential for societal collapse fueled by nihilistic fervor. Its complex characters, intense drama, and sharp critique of the intellectual and political currents of 19th-century Russia make it a timeless and disturbingly relevant masterpiece.
It's a shame that I'm the only one who ranked this novel. I would be curious to know the rationale if there's anyone participating in this thread who read this book but didn't consider it for ranking. In the same way that Chernobyl helped me understand how Soviets felt national pride and "got things done" in a socialist system, Demons - written 30 years prior to the 1905 revolution - showed how socialism took root in Russian society, and how it was able to grow with the help of true believers.
Joseph Frank wrote an excellent 5 volume biography of Dostoevsky. I didn't read it, but about 10-12 years ago I read a single volume abridged version of this work (
link). In that biography, Frank included a Pushkin poem entitled "The Prophet" which really hit home when I read Demons. It was translated by D.M. Thomas:
The Prophet
By A.S. Pushkin
(Translated by D.M. Thomas)
Parched with the spirit's thirst, I crossed
An endless desert sunk in gloom,
And a six-winged seraph came
Where the tracks met and I stood lost.
Fingers light as dream he laid
Upon my lids; I opened wide
My eagle eyes, and gazed around.
He laid his fingers on my ears
And they were filled with roaring sound:
I heard the music of the spheres,
The flight of angels through the skies,
The beasts that crept beneath the sea,
The heady uprush of the vine;
And, like a lover kissing me,
He rooted out this tongue of mine
Fluent in lies and vanity;
He tore my fainting lips apart
And, with his right hand steeped in blood,
He armed me with a serpent's dart;
With his bright sword he split my breast;
My heart leapt to him with a bound;
A glowing livid coal he pressed
Into the hollow of the wound.
There in the desert I lay dead.
And God called out to me and said:
'Rise, prophet, rise, and hear, and see,
And let my words be seen and heard
By all who turn aside from me.
And burn them with my fiery word.'"
ps: when I read the biography, I paused when I got to the publishing of each work, in order to read it in context, as it were. It was glorious and my family thought I was nuts.