This book is awful. The language is unbelievably repetitive and the narrative style is as schizophrenic as the main character. Dostoyevsky calls the protagonist "our hero" 191 times and if that wasn't enough, just about every time he refers to him he also feels it necessary to say "the good Golyadkin, not the bad Golyadkin" or "the old Golyadkin and not the new Golyadkin." It's so mind numbingly tedious that I could hardly get past it to take in the story. I've always had a hard time with books that have no sympathetic characters, and this one definitely falls into that category. There's not a single character I could, or wanted to, identify with. It may be that you can write a story from the perspective of a schizophrenic and still have it turn out good, but Dostoyevsky certainly failed to do it here. It is painful for me to trash the book since Dostoyevsky is one of my all-time favorites, but the fact is, this book without such a famous author, would have have long been forgotten.