I crawled through this book. Bely crawls through it too. He spends so much time doing so little, to the point where I had trouble even paying attention to what was going on. And while his prose is quite beautiful in places, it's also kind of soulless and empty and doesn't justify the time it spends just calling attention to its prettiness and doing nothing else. Bear in mind I LOVE Petersburg, and compared to that, the Silver Dove is a huge disappointment. It's clearly the work of a genius, but the work of one who hasn't totally got his shit together yet.