A friend of mine said that as Dickens has mastery over describing a 
scene, so Dostoevsky can describe the human soul. It seems that is no 
more self-evident than in The Gambler. It is a tale of addiction told 
through the lens of an addict. 
Alexey is an intelligent man with
 good employment and a passionate love for Polina, yet a trip to the 
local casino overwhelms it all. He identifies 2 types of gamblers, those
 who gamble as a form of entertainment and those driven by unabashed 
covetousness. He of course misses the 3rd type, the "gambler" who is 
addicted to the dizzying effect of adrenaline, the rush of winning. 
Though the stacks of gold on the table add all the more to the 
excitement of the event he could just as well walk out the door and cast
 it all to the wind. The real drive is a sort of hypnotism created by 
the spinning roulette wheel in which all other passion fades away.
In
 true Russian fashion, Dostoevsky leaves the story and the character 
with a choice, but it seems if there isn't really a choice at all, that 
the outcome is "something fated, inevitable, predestined - as something 
bound to be, and bound to happen." Alexey isn't someone we want him to 
be, he is someone we identify with and that's what devastates the 
reader.
         

 
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