A review by fionnualalirsdottir
Oblomov by Ivan Goncharov

My one-book-leads-to-another shelf gets a lot of use. The motivation to read a book I've delayed reading always gets a kickstart when I see it referred to in another book. In this case, the book title wasn't mentioned, just the author's name. Yes, Hervé Le Tellier mentioned Ivan Goncharov in [b:L'Anomalie|53970536|L'Anomalie|Hervé Le Tellier|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1591947943l/53970536._SX50_.jpg|84339980], and as 'Oblomov' had been lying about in my house for years, sometimes by the bed, sometimes on a table beside the sofa, regularly dust-laden and generally the worse for wear, I thought it time to discover what 'Oblomov' was about. Well, it's about a man who lies about on his bed or on his sofa and whose clothes are dust-laden and the worse for wear. What was it Oscar Wilde said about life imitating art?