Deep Analysis of Anna Karenina Part Two: The Meaning of Life (Chapters 12 to 17) (Patreon)
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These are some of the most profound chapters in all of Anna Karenina (and the novel is bloated with profound chapters). And I preface a deep reading of them with a reading from Ecclesiastes and a poem by Shelley.
We also touch upon Joseph Campbell and Viktor Frankl, as we learn to assign meaning to our lives, find the right season for what we need, begin our own hero's journey, and learn to talk to ourselves with love.
As usual, if you're in a pinch and don't have thirty minutes to spare, I might direct you to the bolded timestamped parts of the video below as I believe are some of the most profound points.
Timestamps:
- 1:07 Reading Chapter 3 of Ecclesiastes ("to everything there is a season)
- 4:25 Why a knowledge of the great religious texts is necessary
- 6:30 Shelley's 'Ode to the West Wind' ('If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?')
- 9:28 Do you identify with Levin?
- 10:30 Tolstoy's first draft and conception of Anna Karenina
- 11:00 Tolstoy's art of juxtaposition
- 12:53 Joseph Campbell and the "Hero's Journey"
- 14:45 How to read deeply
- 16:00 Viktor Frankl and how to designate a meaning for your life
- 18:40 How Tolstoy's characters teach us to talk to ourselves
- 21:00 Tolstoy's anhedonia and spiritual crisis
- 21:45 "the character of the worker"
- 23:00 One of my favourite passages
- 24:08 "Spring is the time of plans and projects"
- 26:16 Interior monologue of Laska, the dog
Joseph Campbell:
Life has no meaning. Each of us has meaning and we bring it to life. It is a waste to be asking the question when you are the answer.
The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.
‘God’ by Gavrila Derzhavin:
Although a great mind might contrive
To fix the ocean's depths,
To count the sands, the rays of stars,
Thou can't be summed or fixed!
Enlightened souls who have emerged
From your creative light
Cannot begin to grasp your ways:
Our thought alone aspires to thee,
But in your magnitude is lost,
A moment in eternity.
Nietzsche:
That for which we find words is something already dead in our hearts. There is always a kind of contempt in the act of speaking.
Happy reading, folks! And, as always, please feel free to weigh in as deeply or as cursorily as you like.
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