This enthralling biography of the Russian novelist pushes brilliantly at the imaginative boundaries of what it is to retell the story of someone's life. Christofi-editorial director at Transworld and an award-winning novelist-blends excerpts from Dostoevsky's own writing with his own historical research to present a rounded and moving portrait of the artist: as a devoted lover, an empathetic friend of the people, a loyal brother and friend, and a writer able to penetrate to the very depths of the human soul. Published for the 200th anniversary of Dostoevsky's birth.
Newcomers to Dostoevsky will gain a potted biography of a striking figure, but need greater content and context to appreciate his writing. Those familiar with the author may enjoy the ride, but they’ll learn little. Christofi’s innovative approach might be laudable, but the book reads more like one of Dostoevsky’s experimental short stories than one of his great novels.
The result may be fluently readable and warmly entertaining, graced with a nice sideline in Christofi’s own dry asides, but the constant implication that this interpolated material represents what Dostoevsky or others in his life might have thought lies awkwardly on the verge of fiction, and reduces the narrative’s authority. Moreover, Christofi provides only the sketchiest indication of Dostoevsky’s spiritual, philosophical and political positions. The overall effect lacks gravitas, and the speculative attributions become irritating rather than illuminating. What we are left with is a sympathetic figure, more goofy bungler than tormented genius.
Christofi, also a novelist, describes Dostoevsky in Love as less a biography than a “reconstructed memoir”. His method, he explains, has been to “cheerfully commit the academic fallacy” of eliding Dostoevsky’s “autobiographical fiction with his fantastical life”. This is achieved by blending his authorial voice with that of Dostoevsky, in sections lifted from the letters, notebooks and fiction and stitched seamlessly into the text. So as not to interrupt the narrative flow, the sources are given only at the back of the book. It’s a witty motif which works well, not least because it immerses us in the forcefield of Dostoevsky’s thought, which Christofi also employs to explain his own waywardness. “Facts,” as Dostoevsky reminds us in Crime and Punishment and Christofi reminds us here, “aren’t everything; knowing how to deal with the facts is at least half the battle.”... Novelists tend to make good biographers, not least because they know how to shape a story, and it is no mean feat to boil Dostoevsky’s epic life down to 256 pulse-thumping pages. Dostoevsky in Love is beautifully crafted and realised, but it is the great love that Christofi feels for his subject that makes this such a moving book.
Reducing such a crazily eventful life to 240 pages can make it seem farcical, like a speeded-up film, and sometimes Dostoevsky in Love strays into novelettish scenes and dialogues. Christofi gratingly mix’n’matches different registers of narrating voice: one minute we hear Victorian tutting about “a fallen woman called Martha Brown” with whom Fyodor “found a private arrangement”; the next we get the 21st-century blather of “Fyodor provided a shoulder to cry on … assuring her that he didn’t judge her”... By the end, though, when The Brothers Karamazov is published to acclaim and Dostoevsky’s coffin is cheered through the St Petersburg streets by thousands of fans, you feel you know pretty well the texture of his life and the rhythm of his obsessions. Forced to choose between Christofi’s patchwork quilt and the vast cathedral of Joseph Frank’s five-volume intellectual biography, modern readers might be forgiven for picking the former.
