Would anyone, after reading about the “Real Jesus” in the National Geographic Society magazine, fall upon his knees in worship and adoration? Or would the reader just say, “Huh. Wonder what that was all about?”
Dostoevsky’s novels are relatively accessible, and they are usually quite engaging, so most readers are able to plunge right in without preliminaries. Two obstacles, however, should be noted at the outset.
The poet seems to suggest that we can now find the natural city only in the imagination. The bridge for the modernist poet is now an interior, and even a psychological function. It was not always so.