Four Great Russian Short Novels.
Sometimes you can actually smell the marketing department when you read the title.
It’s not that bad, really: Turgenev, Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, and Chekhov. Not that you could go that far bad there.
I picked up the book to get a flavor for the authors, and I did for Tolstoy. It didn’t sell me on the others.
And that raises an interesting point. If the marketing team behind Four Great Short Russian Novels couldn’t sell me on Chekhov, who could? I talked to a Moldovan woman a few weeks ago who referred to Chekhov as “our Shakespeare.” So why can’t I find anything by the man that moves me?
