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Shestov Dostoevsky and Nietzsche The Philosophy of Tragedy PDF
Shestov Dostoevsky and Nietzsche The Philosophy of Tragedy PDF
As a result, the disciple, for "unimportant reasons," abandoned his master, who by
now was bored even with Poor Folk, and who called Dostoevsky's next work "nervous
twaddle." The story, as you see, is not a cheerful one. But the ball comes to the player.
Both friends took with them painful memories of their short-lived acquaintance.
Belinsky soon died, but Dostoevsky had for more than thirty years to bear within himself
the memories of a teacher who had repudiated him and to contend with the agonizing
contradiction that he had inherited along with humanity from the "furious Vissarion." I
might note here that in his late works, Dostoevsky used the word "humanity" in an ionic
sense only, and he always wrote it in quotation marks. Consequently, it had cost him
dearly! Could he have believed this when he was rejoicing over his Devushkin and
embracing Belinsky, Nekrassov, and Grigorovich? [N.A. Nekrassov (1821-1877), a
Russian poet whose main theme was the Russian people, particularly the peasants and
their suffering; D. V. Grigorovich (1822-1899), a sentimental realist whose novels
describe the hard life of the peasant. - S.R.]
The break with Belinsky was the first test that Dostoevsky had to stand. And he stood
it with flying colors. He not only did not betray his faith, on the contrary, he seemed to
give himself up to it even more passionately than before, although he was filled with so
much fervor from the very beginning that the comparative degree is perhaps
inappropriate here. The second test was his arrest in connection with the Petrashevsky
affair. Dostoevsky was sentenced to death, but the sentence was later commuted to hard
labor. But here, too, he remained firm and unshaken - not only outwardly, but, as is
evident from his own reminiscences, even in the depths of his soul. His testimony relates
to 1873, i.e., to the time when he recalled his past with disgust and indignation, when he
was even ready to slander it. Therefore, it is of particular value, and we shall quote it
here in toto: "The sentence of death by shooting, which was read to each of us
beforehand, had been read in all seriousness; almost all the condemned were certain that
it would be carried out, and they suffered at least ten terrible, inordinately horrible,
minutes awaiting death. In those last minutes, some of us (I know this for certain)
instinctively withdrew into ourselves and, while hastily examining the whole of our still
very young lives, we perhaps even repented of some of our serious deeds (the kind that
secretly remain on everyone's conscience throughout his life); but the deed for which we
had been condemned, the thoughts, the ideas that had possessed our minds, seemed to us
not only something that did not demand repentance, but even something that purified us,
a martyrdom for which much would be forgiven! And thus it continued for a long time.
Not the years of exile, not the suffering broke us. On the contrary, nothing broke us, and
our convictions merely bolstered our spirits with an awareness of an obligation fulfilled."
[Ibid., IX, 342].
Thus the man recalls his past after a quarter of a century. Consequently, the "humblest
man" was dear to his heart; consequently, his bond with Belinsky’s ideas was strong, and
the recently disseminated opinion that Dostoevsky had been reckoned as a member of
Belinsky’s Circle only through a misunderstanding, when in fact his heart belonged to a
different world even in early youth, is completely unfounded. And why, one might ask,
was such a fabrication necessary? To uphold Dostoevsky's honor? But where is the
honor in it? Is it really so necessary for a person still in diapers to have his "convictions"
completely formulated for the rest of his life? In my opinion, it is not. A person lives and
learns from life. And he who has lived to old age without having seen anything new is
more likely to astonish us for his lack of perceptiveness than to command our respect.
However, I want least of all here to praise Dostoevsky for his perceptiveness. Generally
speaking, this is no place to appraise his mental attributes. There is no question that this
writer was an extraordinary man - at least in the eyes of someone who decides to study
and speak about him so many years after his death. But precisely for this reason is it least
of all necessary to ascribe to or invent for him special mental attributes. Here, more than
anywhere else, one must bridle one's personal sympathies and antipathies and avoid
overwhelming the reader with one's own convictions, however noble and lofty they may
be.
For us, Dostoevsky is a psychological enigma. The key to it can be found in one way
only - by adhering as strictly as possible to truth and reality. And if he himself openly
attested to a "regeneration of his convictions," then all efforts to pass silently over this
exceedingly important event in his life for fear that it will impose unexpected and
unusual conclusions on us deserve the severest possible censure. "Fear" is inappropriate
here. Or, in other words, we must find the strength in ourselves to overcome it. A new
truth, when first discovered, is always as disgusting and hideous as a newborn child. But
in that case, we must turn our backs on Dostoevsky's entire life, on all his work, for his
life was an involuntary and unbroken quest for that "ugliness" which is in question here.
After all, the man had reason to spend dozens of years in the underground and at penal
servitude; after all, he had reason from early youth on to associate solely with the
Devushkins, Golyadkins, Natashas, Raskolnikovs, and Karamazovs, and not to see God's
world. Evidently, there was no other path to the truth except through penal servitude, the
dungeon, and the underground. But do all paths to the truth lie underground? And is
every depth an underground? But about what else, if not about this, do Dostoevsky's
works tell us?