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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