St. Petersberg Vs Munirka

'Crime and Punishment' is a good read. After 100 or so pages, it resembles more like the psycho analysis of a man who is in a dark, suffocating tunnel walking aimlessly and knowing that he may never see the light at the end. He isn't even sure if there is an end. Claustrophobia is what i feel. It's brooding to the extent of being repulsive but i am surprised i do not feel repulsion. His discontinuous thoughts bordering on trivia isn't alien to me. He is obsessed with his torn and somewhat tilted hat. The urgency he feels in his thoughts to buy a new one only to forget it conveniently and drown in even more trivialities is also disturbingly familiar. i can not help but sport a weirdly suggestive wry smile at the way his thoughts leave and enter his evidently fucked up brain. He killed his landlady with an Axe.

I want to read more. I want to know me more.

P.S : The Saviour of the masses and oft-criticized internet wonder Wikipedia says " Dostoevsky could have written a book on Munirka. For so many lives are made and unmade here".

Purely on the basis of one third of the book, Munirka could well have been a part of mid nineteenth century St. Petersburg.