I started a new book on my commute and lunch break today, Oblomov by Ivan Goncharev.

The Classics Circuit is going to be doing 19th century Russian literature the end of June into July. Last year or maybe longer, a blogger or bloggers (wish I could remember who! Was it you?) read Oblomov and liked it quite a lot. I had never heard of it before but it sounded good so I put it on my to-read list. I didn’t think much about it until the Russian tour sign up (sign-up closes Friday, May 21st so if you are interested in participating there is still time!). I’ll be in school this summer (my last summer in school, yay!) so looked over the list of possibilities hoping to find a short one so I could participate. I could have done short stories but Chekov didn’t sound appealing nor did any of the others.

My eyes landed on Oblomov. How long is that I wonder? And can I get it on my Kindle? I checked my favorite free book download site and there it was! Even better it was only 169 pages. So doable even with school. I signed up.

Then I realized my Bookman is in the middle of The Count of Monte Cristo on the Kindle and would probably be at it for quite some time. So I decided to get the book from the library. It came in yesterday.

Imagine my surprise to see this huge 440 page book! Wow, I thought, there must be a lot of additional materials in the book to pad it out that much. I looked. A three-page translator’s note, a two-page forward, a ten-page introduction. The rest is all novel. How could this have happened? It’s a recent translation, does the story suddenly have more words than it used to? I checked back on the book download site and discovered buried in the description of the book a note that the free digital version is abridged. Well that explains it.

Sign-up may not have closed yet for the Russian tour but I figured I had better start reading it now otherwise there is a good chance I wouldn’t be finished in time.

So I started reading it on the train this morning. Got through the introduction. I started on the actual novel during my lunch break, sitting in the warm sunshine and cool breeze and occasionally being sprinkled by the fountain in the courtyard. Here is how it begins:

One morning in his apartment in one of those big houses on Gotokhovaya Street, which could have accommodated the whole population of a country town, Ilya Ilyich Oblomov lay in bed.

The reader is given to know pretty quickly that Oblomov does not get out of bed very often. It isn’t that he is unable to get up or is ill, he just prefers to spend his days reclining in peace and quiet. It’s not Proust, but the sentences are often long with lots of clauses so it is somewhat complicated reading. Plus there are the Russian names. So far there are only two characters, Oblomov and his servant Zakhar. I can do those.

I am so far enjoying the book but somehow feel like I should be reclining in my own bed while reading it. That’s what imagination and weekends are for, right?