Perhaps Dostoevsky more than any other writer sets up this mysterious relationship with the reader, this sense of sharing. We are never conscious that he is writing at us or for us. While we read, we are like children to whom one tells a tale; we seem in some strange way to half-know what is coming and yet we do not know; to have heard it all before, and yet our amazement is none the less, and when it is over, it has become ours.
Katherine Mansfield, reviewing An Honest Thief: and Other Stories
, by Fyodor Dostoevsky, for the Athenaeum,
Nov. 28, 1919. (via morgan-leigh