It is, of course, intimidating to write a review to attach to a book such as this, a masterpiece wrought by a master. I had read it before in a different translation perhaps fifteen years or so ago, and so it was I began to rediscover many of the ideas that influenced my own ideas. Some books become mirrors looking into mirrors, an abyss on either side, to use the very Karamazovian expression.
Within this novel, there are many levels, and many depths - and I use the word depths in particular. Dostoevsky is inventing the modern, in a number of ways, posing questions and formulating ironies that remain both fresh and so delishisly unresolved today, and are caught up with those kind of absurd notions that so influenced further thinkers and writers, such as Albert Camus
If it may be intimidating to review, it is sometimes considered intimidating to read. I would argue that is part of its power, and suggest that any reader take their time with this novel. Do not treat it as three thousand roubles to be spent on one night's carouse. Treat it as a gold mine in Siberia. My review of 'What is Truth' which contains an argument regarding Ivan Karamazov