This was disappointing. The Brothers Karamazov is one of my favorite books, so I thought I'd love this one, too. But the first part of the book is just one long ramble that sounds like something you'd hear from a drunk, "intellectual", 14 year-old. The second half of the book was much better, as there was an actual story to it. It was a glimpse into the mind of a 19th century neckbeard/"niceguy", replete with all the expected complaints about Chads and concomitant bitterness towards women.