The Brothers Karamazov was a masterpiece. I believe it was his capstone, I think he finished writing the book a year or so before he died. The Grand Inquisitor deconstructed me. It was exhilarating. You make a point I've considered for some time now. Where are the masters of our time? Hopefully you're right, maybe this new world will bring with it greater depths in artistic expression. Fingers crossed.

But, something about the Russian soul is so compelling. Dostoyevsky taught me the meaning of ambivalence with this book and I love him for that. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.