I tried reading some Chekhov three years ago after a long stretch of short stories and just couldn’t do it. Being that I read with much less density these days, what I read has less to do with what I’ve read before it. And I guess not having read much short ﬁction lately at all gave me a prime opportunity to try again.
Chekhov’s stories are pretty clever, many of them function as long jokes with a punchline at the end. But I think the part I most enjoyed in this collection were there selection from his writings about a journey out to Siberia, though the diary-like entries seemed to stop abruptly.