
The Death...Illych is a fictional Russian classic by Leo Tolstoy.
The premise is a young man spends his life climbing the social ladder. When he appears to be secure in all the right circles, having the right friends and earning the right salary he comes down with a painful terminal disease.
He then embarks on an internal journey that fluctuates between bitterness and wondering if his live had any meaning.
My analysis: Clearly great literature. Truly engaging. Depressing.
It is worth the read but make sure you read it on a sunny day with a roomful of cooing babies. Otherwise it just drags you down emotionally.




