I discovered something new yesterday (wow, I’m learning a lot lately). I’m mostly discovering things I don’t know but probably should know. That may not be so funny, but that’s how it is: I don’t know a lot of things, sometimes even the most basic. But that’s why I learn and want to continue to learn for the rest of my life: lifelong learner?
What did I discover yesterday? Russian literature. Neven knew it was great — considered the best by many. Mainly, I discovered Tolstoy, Checkov, and Dostoevsky. Sound familiar? When I asked my wife, she said that of course she knows them. She does not remember any works by them, only that she had to read them and that she thinks that their literary works are tough to read. Well, that’s not what I discovered about them. Brenda Ueland, the author of If You Want to Write, book I’m currently reading, said that those were her favorite authors, mostly because they spoke the truth and wrote simple.
(If I’m on the topic of writing, that books is a gem. I’m learning that I should be writing from the heart. I should write of what I think, the way I see things, not the way I should see them. I am going to try to do that.)
So I got interested in the great Russian authors. I just ordered two books from them that contain a lot of their best short stories: Great Short Works of Leo Tolstoy and The Best Short Stories of Fyodor Dostoevsky (I want to read Notes from Underground right away). I’ll see if I fall in love with them as well. Judging by my enthusiasm level, which is high, I think I will.