The Diary of a Superfluous Man, and Other Stories

The Diary of a Superfluous Man, and Other Stories
Translated by Isabel Florence Hapgood
The most honest meditation on uselessness you will ever read. In the titular story, a dying man keeps a diary in which he dissects his own superfluity with surgical precision. Tchulkatúrin was raised by a gambling father and a virtuous mother who crushed him with love, and he has spent his life watching others live while he merely exists. Turgenev captures something that feels distinctly modern: the creeping suspicion that one has no place in the world, that one's existence affects no one and matters to less. The other stories in this collection explore similar terrain - love that cannot be spoken, futures foreclosed by circumstance, the small tragedies of people who never quite became themselves. The prose is deceptively simple, but carries immense weight. This is a book for anyone who has ever felt like a spectator at their own life.
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“I’ve never known a woman whose virtues afforded her less pleasure. She was crushed by the weight of her virtues and tormented everybody, beginning with herself.””
— Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
“Oh, if only I could run my thoughts over all my memories in the same way I can run my eyes over all the objects in my room! I know these memories are unhappy and trivial, but I have no others.””
— Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
“In the face of death, earth’s last vanities vanish. I feel I am growing calmer, simpler, more lucid. Too late to see sense! It’s a strange thing – I really am growing calmer, and yet at the same time I’m scared. Yes, I’m scared.””
— Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev
“The sun beats down and smites one. I’m in a bad way. I feel I’m disintegrating.””
— Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev









