You may be asking yourself, "Why should I listen to a random guy who I don't even know as to what books I should read?" Good question. (If you asked my wife, she would probably say you shouldn't. She stopped listening to me a long time ago, but I digress.) Anyway, here's the answer, because I'm just like you. I've been married for just short of an eternity. I have a couple of kids, a job, and a bunch of bills. I love sports, booze, swearing, hanging out with the fellas, and reading. I read a lot. I read at lunch, I read on the throne, I read every night in bed before drifting off to a fitful sleep (Why am I reading as opposed to doing something a little bit more cardio intensive in bed before going to sleep? See above.) Anyway, I've been building my library for a few years now and have over 270 volumes in it. I'll be posting a couple of reviews a week (in theory). I'll start with some of my favorites from the past and add new books as I finish them. Read the reviews, buy the books, and enjoy!

Sunday, June 26, 2011

War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy

Whew!  That took FOR EVER!  It took so long to read that I've almost forgotten how this goes.  I compared the type of this with the new Tom Clancy book.  If they were written with the same font and spacing this would have ballooned to 2,000 pages!  In other words, expect pages crammed with lots of big words in small print.

So, enough bitching.  War and Peace was not at all what I was expecting.  Basically, this was a Russian soap opera written about the lives of a few aristocratic families in the early 1800's.  Think 'Housewives of 19th Century St. Petersberg' and you get the idea.  Who should marry whom, who mistreats their peasants (basically slaves but without the hassle of having to import them from elsewhere), all the latest political gossip, etc, etc.  Tolstoy spends 1,200 some odd pages going back and forth between this and the war with Napoleon's France.  Surprisingly enough, its all pretty PG.  Not a ton of graphic violence and barely a hint of sex. 

Lots of historical perspective and moments of absolutely brilliant writing make this a very enjoyable read.  Just be aware that its going to take a while and be prepared for the epilogue.  Old Leo must have lost it a touch because the epilogue doesn't make a bit of sense.  Tolstoy spends 20 pages or so wrapping up the lives of the characters, kind of, and the other 80 pages on a philosophical rant.  I'd love to tell you what it was about, but I have no idea.  So read the book and only the fictional part of the epilogue.  You'll thank me later.

Nats