(blog entry challenge: include the word "rascal", or variations thereof, as often as possible, without being gratuitous)
He is dead! Fyodor Pavlovich Karamazov, patriarch to those rascally Karamazov brothers, no longer walks this (fictional) mortal coil. He is a deceased muddle-headed madcap (though some would call him a rascal).
And about bloody time!
It appears he has been murdered. But who is the murderer? All roads (and evidence) point towards the oldest (and most rascally) brother, Mitya, who literally has blood on his hands. But is it really his father's blood? The blurb on the back of the book states: "it is Mitya's passion for two women that contributes to disaster, and it is he who inwardly accepts the guilt of his father's murderer" - which kind of, pretty much, suggests Mitya didn't actually do it. It's all very intriguing, and thankfully, there's only 400 more pages to go to find out the truth, or the denouement (as literary types would say). I'm quite hysterical with excitement; anticipating the lengthy convolutednesses Mr Dostoyevsky will employ to denoue his novel. He's such a rascal. He's a rascally writer. A rascally Russian writer. Or, as Elmer Fudd would say, a wascally Wussian whiter...
...(I suspect the character of Elmer Fudd is politically incorrect and possibly offensive to people with speech impediments and thus I probably shouldn't have included the last bit - but I couldn't stop myself, and besides, Monty Python did something similar with "release Roderick" in "The Life of Brian", a film not at all offensive to anyone). Still, I have some lingering doubt (but yet don't want to delete the Elmer Fudd reference) so, as a form of penance (once a Catholic always a Catholic) and as a sufferer of myopia, I offer Mr Magoo.
1 comment:
i like "wussian whiter" ! (is there a pun also on "wascally" ?)
- and i like the idea of including a given word in a post...
i remember "Karamazov" as a novel more truculent than the other five elephants (that's a reference to a documentary about a german woman who translated D.'s novels, and who called the five longest ones "the five elephants" - i read the five of them (in french) - the first one, and my favorite, was "the idiot" (the book of my life !) (but that was forty years ago !...)
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