A review by flynxnguyen
The Possessed: Adventures With Russian Books And The People Who Read Them by Elif Batuman

3.0

I don't know if I ended up siding with the acedemics just because I happened to end up in graduate school, or if I ended up in graduate school because I already secretly sided with the academics. In any case, I stopped believing that "theory" had the power to ruin literature for anyone, or that it was possible to compromise something you loved by studying it. Was love really such a tenuous thing? Wasn't the point of love that it made you want to learn more, to immerse yourself, to become possessed?