The way Koroviev keeps saying Nikanor Ivanovich’s name over and over is so odd. I love it + the kitty cat.

I think most women growing up in America in a semi religious community are familiar with the heaping serving of shame they force feed girls about our own sexuality, desire and value.

Why buy the cow when the milk is free? In sixth grade I had a teacher tell me a woman’s value is tied to her purity. No surprise then it took me years of therapy and introspection and READING to reframe how I viewed myself and my sexuality.

What are our choices then with this type of rhetoric built in to our childhood? We can try to come to grips with the ways we were raised and work HARD to eliminate the shame from inside of us or we hold on to the shame in tight fists and it becomes anger and judgement toward others. It becomes righteousness and a sense of superiority.

I’m not saying it’s ok, but I do understand how shame can twist us.

It’s just not fair sometimes.

"I sure hope Raskolnikov doesn't piss me off today." I say as I open the Raskolnikov pissing me off book

I think Kuang brings up an interesting point. I’m curious, do you guys prefer the translation being more faithful to the author or being more “palatable” to the reader? What is considered a good balance? Have you guys ever read multiple translations of the same work and compared them?