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That
Dostoevsky's "underground man" ("I'm no longer the hero I wanted to
pass for earlier, but simply a nasty little man, a rogue") is bitter
goes without saying; he is also cowardly, immature, self-destructive,
unobjective, bullying, inflated, and almost wholly defined by his petty
envy and "everlasting spite" for the rest of mankind. The speaker
continually states that he is "clever" and "cleverer" than everyone
else, yet he repeatedly encourages whatever readership he has to laugh
at him, since he assumes such a reaction will be automatic. But there
is nothing particularly clever, acute, abrasive, or piercing about his
diatribes, and his tepid experiences, as outlined in Part II, "Apropos
Of Wet Snow," fail to justify his philosophical platform or the outcast
position he has elected for himself.
Unsurprisingly, what sinks
Notes From Underground is that its perceptions, debates, and critiques
are collectively lacking teeth of any kind. Is it accurate to summarize
"civilization" as an engine that "merely promotes a wider range of
sensations in man...and absolutely nothing else"? There's a world of
Marxists that would disagree, and have. Are "all spontaneous men and
men of action" active, successfully or otherwise, "precisely because
they're so stupid and limited"? Do such men routinely "mistake
immediate and secondary causes for primary ones"? Are brave men and
intelligent men mutually exclusive groups? It is a verifiable fact that
"an intelligent man cannot seriously become anything" and that "only a
fool can become something"? Western history, with its enormous catalog
of highly accomplished "dead white males," clearly suggests otherwise.
Do "normal and fundamental laws" inevitably leave mankind "unable to do
anything at all"? Is personal integrity merely a hollow charade trotted
out for the benefit of others in all cases? |