The imagined world of ‘Anna Karenina’ feels more human, more real and deeper than any other novel I know. It’s an immense, amazing achievement. When you open Tolstoy, there’s an observation about life on almost every page that’s heart-stopping.
‘Anna’ is really a great book, a much greater one than ‘War and Peace’. In ‘Anna Karenina’, there is far more of the great and necessary sympathy that sees all people in their own eyes, and refrains from dismissing them. And nearly always the knowledge of man goes so deep.