Quite a funny and pathetic story of unrequited love, but more so is a reflection of a life that has seemingly amounted to nothing. Like Turgenev’s ‘First Love’- the focus was more so on the man experiencing the unrequited love than the underwhelming love story itself.
Nothing more up my alley than reflections of a rich, capable man who has amounted to nothing- turns out it is basically its own category of Russian literature. Need to read Eugene Onegin to see the original superfluous man.