Is Fyodor Dostoevsky In BSD Based On The Real Author?

Good news — Gramedia World BSD does let you order online and pick up in person, and I've used it a couple of times when I needed books fast. I usually browse on gramedia.com or the Gramedia mobile app, pick the items, and choose the store pickup option at checkout. After payment (they accept cards, bank transfer, and common Indonesian e-wallets), the store sends a confirmation message or SMS when the order is ready. My trick is to screenshot the order number and bring an ID to the counter; they’ll ask for the code and verify it before handing over the bag. On busy release days there can be a short wait, so I sometimes call the store first to confirm availability. Overall it’s saved me time and the staff at BSD have been friendly — feels like a neat hybrid between online convenience and the in-store vibe.

Walking into Gramedia World BSD feels like stepping into a mini cultural festival — there’s more than just books. The main draw for me is the huge bookstore floor with carefully curated sections: fiction, non-fiction, kids, and a massive stationery area that makes me lose track of time. Scattered around are cozy reading nooks with armchairs and small tables where people sip coffee and flip through new releases. Near the entrance there's a café space that serves espresso-based drinks, loose-leaf teas, and pastries — perfect for settling in with a graphic novel or a stack of manga. I’ve spent entire afternoons there, swapping between reading and people-watching, and it’s my go-to place for relaxed weekend plans. Beyond the café, Gramedia World BSD hosts regular events: book launches, author talks, pop-up workshops, and storytelling sessions for kids. They often set up Instagrammable displays and seasonal pop-ups that feel lively and fresh. There’s also a kids’ corner with activity tables and soft seating, plus small stages for performances. Altogether it’s a layered experience — part bookstore, part community hub, part café — and I always leave feeling inspired and a little lighter.

I’ve always been pulled into Dostoevsky’s narrators like someone following the smell of strong coffee down a rainy street. If you want the purest example of unreliability, start with 'Notes from Underground' — the narrator is practically a manifesto of contradiction, proudly irrational and painfully self-aware, so you can’t trust a word he says without suspecting it’s either performative or defensive. After that, 'White Nights' is a smaller, gentler kind of unreliability: a lonely romantic who embellishes memory and softens facts to make his own life into a story. Those two read like personal confessions that bend truth to emotion. For larger novels, I watch how Dostoevsky wiggles the camera. 'The Gambler' is first-person and colored by obsession and shame; gambling skews perception, so the narrator’s timeline and motives often wobble. In 'Crime and Punishment' the perspective isn’t strictly first-person, but the focalization dips so deeply into Raskolnikov’s psyche that the narration adopts his fevered logic and moral confusion — that makes us question how much is objective fact versus mental distortion. Similarly, 'The Brothers Karamazov' isn’t a single unreliable narrator, but it’s full of competing, biased accounts and testimony: courtroom scenes, family stories, confessions that are much more about identity than truth. Beyond those, I’d add 'The Adolescent' (sometimes called 'A Raw Youth') and 'The House of the Dead' to the list of works with strong subjectivity; memory, shame, and self-fashioning shape how events are presented. If you like spotting rhetorical slips and narrative self-sabotage, re-read passages aloud — it’s wild how often Dostoevsky signals unreliability by letting characters contradict themselves mid-paragraph. Also, different translations emphasize different tones, so comparing versions can be fun and revealing.

There’s something almost surgical in how Dostoevsky teases apart conscience and crime. When I sit by a window with rain on the glass and 'Crime and Punishment' on my lap, Raskolnikov’s inner debates feel less like plot devices and more like living, breathing moral experiments. Dostoevsky doesn’t hand you a villain to point at; he hands you a human being tangled in ideas, circumstances, pride, and desperation, and then watches them make choices that don’t resolve neatly. Across his work — from 'Notes from Underground' to 'The Brothers Karamazov' and 'Demons' — he uses unreliable interior monologues, confession-like episodes, and clashing voices to create moral ambiguity. The narrator in 'Notes from Underground' is bitter and self-aware in ways that make you both pity him and cringe; you never know whether to side with his arguments or judge him for hiding behind them. In 'The Brothers Karamazov', debates about God, justice, and free will are embodied in characters rather than abstract essays: Ivan’s intellectual rebellion, Alyosha’s spiritual gentleness, and Dmitri’s chaotic passion all blur the lines between sin and sincerity. What I love is that Dostoevsky rarely gives simple moral exoneration or condemnation. Redemption often arrives slowly and awkwardly — via suffering, confession, ties of love like Sonya’s compassion, or bitter lessons learned. He also shows how social forces and ideology can warp morality, as in 'Demons', where political fanaticism produces moral ruins. Reading him makes me listen for uncomfortable counter-voices in my own judgments, and that uneasy, complex resonance is why his portrayals of moral ambiguity still feel urgent and alive.

If you're after something bite-sized from Dostoevsky that still punches emotionally, there are a few gems that won't bog you down. I often grab one of these on a lazy Sunday with coffee and they fit perfectly between episodes or errands. Start with 'White Nights' — it's a tender little novella, dreamy and short (like a long short story). It captures loneliness and romantic longing in just a handful of chapters, and you can finish it in an evening. 'Notes from Underground' is denser but still short: more philosophically jagged, it's a sharp, cranky monologue that lays the groundwork for a lot of Dostoevsky's later ideas. For something plot-driven and brisk, 'The Gambler' reads like a novella-meets-thriller about obsession; it's a punchy read, partly inspired by Dostoevsky's own life, so it feels immediate. If you like micro-fiction, hunt down 'The Meek One' and 'The Dream of a Ridiculous Man' — both are compact and weird in delicious ways. Translators matter: I've leaned toward Pevear & Volokhonsky for clarity and mood, but Constance Garnett is classic and often easy to find. For pacing, read 'White Nights' when you want melancholy, 'Notes from Underground' when you want to wrestle with ideas, and 'The Gambler' when you crave plot tension. Personally, finishing one of these gives me the full Dostoevsky vibe without committing to a doorstop novel, and sometimes that's exactly what I need.

Whenever I sit down with Dostoevsky I end up thinking in seasons — some books feel like a short storm, others like a long winter. For TV, the ones that map most naturally are 'Crime and Punishment', 'The Brothers Karamazov', and 'Demons' (also known as 'The Possessed'). 'Crime and Punishment' already has that taut moral-thriller spine: a crime, the chase, the psychological unraveling. On screen you can stretch the investigation, the courtships, and Raskolnikov’s inner turmoil across episodes and use voiceover or visual motifs to externalize his conscience. It’s a compact novel that rewards a limited-series approach with room for side characters to breathe. 'The Brothers Karamazov' screams epic miniseries in the best way — multiple siblings, theological debates, courtroom drama, love triangles, and village politics. A well-cast ensemble can carry the philosophical weight without making it feel like a lecture; pace matters, and TV lets you linger on the relationships that are the emotional core. 'Demons' translates into a feverish political thriller, almost a precursor to modern conspiracy dramas. Its network of radicals, betrayals, and ideological mania would make for addictive serialized television. Less obvious but intriguing: 'Notes from Underground' makes a brilliant experimental limited run if you lean into unreliable narration and fractured timelines, while 'The Idiot' could be a slow-burn character study about innocence in a corrupt society. In short, choose books with clear external conflicts and strong ensembles for long-form TV, and use creative devices — modern transposition, voiceover, fragmented editing — to handle Dostoevsky’s interiority. I still get chills picturing a rainy, late-night scene of Raskolnikov pacing, headphones on, thinking aloud — that’s the kind of intimate TV I want to watch.

I still get a little thrill when I think about the first time I wrestled with Dostoevsky’s moral tangle on a crowded commuter train. The noise around me faded because his characters are so loud in the head: obsessed, guilty, searching. For readers, the big themes that define his books are moral struggle and psychological depth — he dives into conscience, guilt, and the messy calculus people make when they decide whether to right a wrong. Whether you open 'Crime and Punishment' or 'Notes from Underground', you’re entering a world where inner monologue itself is a battleground. He also keeps circling faith and doubt like a question that won’t be settled. In 'The Brothers Karamazov' that looks like wrestling with God, freedom, and responsibility; in 'The Idiot' it’s about innocence meeting a corrupt society. There’s a persistent social critique, too: poverty, desperation, and the claustrophobia of urban life show up as forces that shape decisions. You end up reading moral philosophy disguised as human drama. Finally, for the modern reader, his writing is oddly contemporary because it’s obsessed with the self. Dostoevsky anticipates existentialism and psychological realism — people who feel alienated, who overthink, who try to justify violence or seek redemption. If you read him like a friend confessing late at night, you’ll notice how often he asks: what would you do? That’s why his books keep dragging people back in, even when they’re difficult; they don’t hand out tidy solutions, just intense, human questions that stay with you on the way home.

Whenever I pick up a Dostoevsky novel these days I treat the translation like a companion — it can totally change the mood. For me, the clearest starting point is the Pevear & Volokhonsky duo. Their translations (available in Penguin and other presses) aim to keep the Russian cadence and syntactic bite, which means the narrators feel sharper and the philosophical riffs land harder. If you want Dostoevsky to sound urgent and a bit jagged in English, that’s a great modern choice. If you’re curious about historical context and don’t mind Victorian smoothing, Constance Garnett’s versions are classic for a reason: they made a ton of Russian literature readable to early English audiences, and many older editions use her text. They can feel dated, but they’re free in many public-domain places and still charming. For a middle ground, I’d test a newer translator like Oliver Ready for 'Crime and Punishment' (he’s been praised for bringing fresh rhythm and clarity) or pick up a Penguin/Norton edition with extensive notes so you’ve got footnotes and introductions to help with all the cultural and philosophical baggage. Practical tip: compare the opening pages of 'Notes from Underground' or the start of 'The Brothers Karamazov' in two translations. If one version makes the voice feel immediate and the other smooths it into 19th-century prose, you’ll know which style you prefer. Also look for editions with good introductions and annotations — those will make the reading richer, whether you go literal, lyrical, or somewhere in between.