Forget Austen--what would a Dostoevsky club look like?

[DerekG]

It's all well and good if Austenites convene in comfy homes and libraries and coffeehouses to navigate through upper-class courtships, debating, I dunno, whether Mr. Darcy should have had that third cup of tea. But what if it's Dostoevsky? You're delving into poverty, madness, sin, damnation, and redemption. The milieu's gotta fit.

I've got this weird image of a half dozen despairing men speaking in whispers in a cheap hotel room. After the third day, five of them pass out from emotional exhaustion, leaving it to the last guy to call up a priest so he can bear his sins and weep over his robe.

Any thoughts?

[rug]

1. A bunch of idiots.

[DerekG]

2. Easy there, comrade

What you need is seven years under the tutelage of a saintly hooker.

[rug]

3. I wish.

Maybe I should have capitalized (The) Idiot(s).

[Critters2]

4. One of my best friends is an Austenite.

They're very scary. It's like a religion. All three of her pets have Austenesque names (Here, Darcy, Darcy...). She's on like five Austen e-mail lists or groups (whereas I'm never on the internets, of course). And any time I need to give her a gift, I buy the newest fake Austen book--it's an industry unto itself! How many times can you read and discuss 6 books?

[Ivan Sputnik]

5. A bunch of cons

meeting in the prison library. Just a thought.