The first 600 pages are a masterpiece; the second 600 pages are a masterpiece periodically interrupted by the same naive theory of history delivered through repetition, hectoring and self-satisfaction. Tolstoy's half-assed religious deterministic non-determinism ("Bonaparte didn't win the battle! No one did! No one could know how the battle is won, since the outcome is the result of...
more The first 600 pages are a masterpiece; the second 600 pages are a masterpiece periodically interrupted by the same naive theory of history delivered through repetition, hectoring and self-satisfaction. Tolstoy's half-assed religious deterministic non-determinism ("Bonaparte didn't win the battle! No one did! No one could know how the battle is won, since the outcome is the result of thousands of tiny individual mysteries unknown to any actor on the world stage! That is why Bonaparte, a bad general, is a general who is bad. Unlike Kutuzov, who is a great general, because he recognizes that, as a commander, he can command nothing! Except what he commands. But it's all unknowable! No one can understand what happens—except Jesus") is annoying enough when he's bending over backwards to explain Napoleon's incompetence, but it becomes almost unbearable when he interrupts the plot every 50 pages to reiterate the same harangue.
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