We have pathologized kindness. We tell our children, "Don’t be a pushover." We tell our friends, "They don’t deserve your empathy." We have decided that to be good is to be naive; to be moral is to be a mark.
Most of us operate like the novel’s antagonist, Parfyon Rogozhin, or the cynical Ganya Ivolgin. We think in terms of transactions. We know that to survive, you must hide your cards, manipulate perceptions, and never, ever admit you are lonely or scared. o idiota dostoievski
We live in the age of the algorithm. We are taught to be strategic. We curate our social media feeds, we practice our "elevator pitches," and we hide our genuine emotions behind a wall of ironic memes and calculated indifference. We have pathologized kindness
Myshkin walks into a room where everyone is performing. The aristocrats are performing virtue. The businessmen are performing power. The desperate are performing dignity. Myshkin looks at them, sees straight through the performance, and does the one thing polite society cannot tolerate: We think in terms of transactions
The tragedy of The Idiot is that Myshkin cannot save anyone. The world isn't broken because people are ignorant; the world is broken because people choose the lie over the truth. We prefer Rogozhin’s violent passion to Myshkin’s gentle clarity because passion is exciting and clarity is boring.
We are all trying very hard not to be idiots.