Part 5, Ch 4

Lots more drama. Raskolnikov goes to Sonya’s apartment and hints about, then confesses that he killed Lizaveta (who Sonya was friends with) and Alyona. There is a ton of dialogue between them. He changes his mind a bunch of times. She starts hugging and kissing him and making up virtuous reasons he might have killed…

Part 5, Ch. 3

Pyotr Petrovich Luzhin does show up at the end of Katerina Ivanovna’s memorial dinner for her dead husband, but he brushes her off and asks to talk to Sonya. He accuses her of stealing 100 roubles in cash when she visited him. He goes through the whole story in front of the crowd. She says…

Part 5, Ch 2

This extremely depressing chapter is Katerina Ivanovna’s experience of her dead husband’s memorial meal. Almost no one comes. Even the neighbors she looked down on don’t come. Only a few opportunist and disabled hungry people come to eat the food and drink the booze. Raskolnikov comes and is basically the biggest person at the party…

Part 5, Chapter 1

Pyotr Petrovich Luzhin (PPL, former fiance of Dunya, Raskolnikov’s sister) is in his apartment the morning after breaking up with Dunya. His roommate (who used to be his ward) Andrei Semynovich Lebezyatnikov (ASL) is also there. ASL is a communist and PPL likes to make him talk about it. ASL also knows Sonya’s family –…

Part 4, Chapter 6 (end of part 4)

Just then a raving person named Nikolai comes bursting into Porfiry Petrovich’s office and confesses to the killings. We are told from the beginning of the chapter that we are only going to get Raskolnikov’s memory of what happened, but in that (this) version, Porfiry (the police officer) keeps saying things during Nikolai’s confession that…

Part 4, Chapter 5

  I think maybe I just hate the chapters with no women talking? Raskolnikov goes into Porfiry Petrovich’s office (the police investigator) and tries to get him to say point-blank if he’s going to accuse him of murdering Alyona and Lizaveta or not. Porfiry Petrovich won’t tell him what he’s going to do. He acts…

Part 4, Chapter 4

Raskolnikov leaves his sister and mom and Razumikhin and heads straight to Sonya’s apartment. It’s a rented room among other rented rooms, long description of the sordid details and architecture. He talks to her for a long time. First he asks about her landlord and family, then about why she hasn’t commuted suicide yet (nice…

Part 4, Chapter 3

Another very plotty and dialogue-filled chapter, and thus a quicker feel to the read.  So at first we get to hear the just-broken-up-with Luzhin’s feelings. Dostoevsky describes him without much value judgment, yet the things we are told make him sound narcissistic and repellent.  His plan to marry Dunya is especially gross — he wanted…

Part 4, Chapter 2

Finally some plot! And dialogue! And Dunya being strong and awesome! Razumikhin and Raskolnikov head over to Dunya and the mom’s apartment. Pyotr Petrovich Luzhin (PPL from here on out because these names are killing me) had said that he wouldn’t meet with Dunya and the mom unless Raskolnikov wasn’t there so inviting them all…

Part 4, Chapter 1

Raskolnikov and Svidrigailov talk after Svidrigailov’s sudden and dramatic appearance in his apartment. Svidrigailov tells Raskolnikov there is more than one side to the story of him propositioning his sister. He specifically says — “what is there in all this, in the thing itself, that is so especially criminal on my part” which sounds a…

Part 3, Chapter 6

This chapter went a bit faster for me. So Razumikhin and Raskolnikov are walking back from the interview with Petrovich. Razumikhin is loyally offended that Petrovich and Zamyotov had sort of hinted at Raskolnikov being the killer. Raskolnikov sort of debates whether the hinting is actually a good sign for him that they DON’T have…

Part 3, Chapter 5

(Please disregard the fact that my last entry was in September of 2016 and it is now January of 2017! This book has been hard for me to get through. I tried listening to some of the chapters via the free Librivox audiobook, but wasn’t retaining the information well. So here I am again, pencil…