Oblomov
Oblomov - Ivan Gonchorov I mean, it’s all right. The book reads a lot like other Russian novels I’ve read; it’s a straightforward telling of a person’s life with a hint of pedantism. I mean, if I were Oblomov I would probably do the same thing too. What do I mean, “if”? I mean I do more than Oblomov but the language we use was frighteningly similar. I look at other people who do a lot more than I do, and tell myself wow what a miserable life, to put so much energy into something so superfluous....