Title: Tolstoy was an idiot
Product review: Let me caveat this review: I only have read the title story, and my review is based entirely on that.This story was truly awful. It is an overlong, relentlessly endless, uber-puritanical tirade. Tolstoy was, at least at this point in his life, an unbelievable prude, and this is a master treatise on prudery. If you think that sex is evil, always, every time, even within the bounds of marriage, this story is for you. Otherwise, there's not much here. The 'story' such as it is, is paper thin, despite the awfully large number of words it takes him to tell it.Finally, if you are a Beethoven fan, and were interested in this story because of the piece in the title (as I was), forget it. The sonata itself gets only scant mention in one place, and was hardly worth titling the story after.
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