This, friends, is nothing less than the holy grail of human literary striving. It is the book of life. Good, evil, pleasure, suffering, self-destruction, poetry, pulp, redemption, God, atheism, saints, sinners, hope, fear, freedom, identity, choice, despair… but above all, humanity, in all their flawed, pitiful, glorious forms of existence are embodied in the epic (inner and outer) struggles of the Karamazov family. The questions that would define the twentieth century… that have defined all of human existence for that matter, it’s all right there.