I read The Overcoat because of its relevance to The Namesake. It's the longest story in my paper copy of a book of Gogol short stories, on my shelf forever and nearly too small type to read. I'm sure I read other Gogol short stories - I read a lot of Russian short stories in college - but I can't recall them now. I did read Dead Souls a few years ago for one of my f2f groups. Of course, it's a classic, and the clothes-make-the-man theme is relevant to more than just the Lahiri.

Gogol is a marvelous writer and these are marvelous stories. The only downside is a pervasive anti-Semitism, which seems par for the course for much of Russian literature of that period. In this case, it is also accompanied by anti-Catholicism and anti-a few other things. In some cases, it may be put down to the characters, but in others it seems to come more from the author. In any case, it doesn't overshadow the sheer variety and entertainment these stories provide.

"The Terrible Vengeance" is basically a horror story, set among Cossacks in Ukraine. The protagonist discovers that his bride's father-in-law, who has just returned after a long, mysterious absence, is not who he seems. This story has the most disturbing elements from a modern enlightened perspective, and it is certainly the one that is the most mannered in its telling (it is pretty gothic), making it an old-fashioned story of legendary times past, much different from the other stories in the book that deal with Gogol's contemporary Russia. Nevertheless, it is very effective and filled with memorable scenes.

"Ivor Fyodorovich Shponka and His Aunt" is very entertaining but incomplete. Still, as the editor indicates, it paints a very good picture and what follows is probably easy enough to figure out.

"The Portrait" is a long (the second part is too long) story of a strange portrait with eyes that look through you. The first part of the story concerns a young artist who buys the portrait and its effect on him. The second part, which takes place years later, depicts an auction for the picture, interrupted by a man who proceeds to tell an overlong story--but Gogol's marvelous ending makes up for the second part's modicum of tedium.

"Nevsky Avenue" tells the very different stories of two young men who see two young ladies on a St. Petersburg street and (separately) pursue them. A lot of odd, Russian things happen, and the stories end very differently. Gogol spends a great time describing the street of the title as a crossroads for all that goes on in the great city. At times, the tone here even reminds me of O. Henry--or maybe it is just the translation. In any case, another memorable story.

"The Nose" is an absurd classic. A barber finds a nose in his morning bread. A civil servant (and customer of the barber) wakes to find his nose missing and replaced with a smooth layer of skin, as if the nose had never been there. Embarrassed to be without his nose, he decides to report it to the police. The nose, meanwhile, has a life of its own. Again, the key here is absurdity and while I'm sure there is a lot of pointed satire a reader well-versed in Russia of the time can probably read into this, the story succeeds brilliantly by just being so strange. At this point in the book, one can only marvel at Gogol's range as a writer.

The book closes with "The Overcoat". In this case, a low-ranking civil servant is able to finally replace his falling-apart overcoat with a wonderful new one, only to have it stolen. Typical Russian tragedy ensues--except that's not where Gogol leaves it. Again, the ending is just brilliant--funny, horrifying, black humor at its best.

Compared to the novels of Dostoevsky I have read, which are highly entertaining but can be quite dense, Gogol's writing is much more in tune with that of 19th century British and American writers (or again, maybe this is just the translation--if so, good job). These stories are well-written, but it is the variety and often strangeness of the subject matter, together with their author's obtuse sense of humor, that makes them work so well.

Highly recommended. ( )

This collection is uneven -- with some stories being nearly unreadable ("The Terrible Vengeance" eg) and others are interesting -- but in a 19th-century Russian historical context.If I were to recommend this to someone, I'd suggest reading only "The Portrait" and "The Overcoat". I liked both despite some flaws.The emphasis on mores and customs of St Petersburg high society in the early 19th-century was mildly interesting to me, but I could see it being of little interest to many. This is a big part of the background of Gogol's stories so one should be prepared for that. ( )

As David Magarshack says in the introduction to this edition, with "The Overcoat", "...Gogol began a new chapter in Russian literature in which the underdog and social misfit is treated not as a nuisance, or a figure of fun, or an object of charity, but as a human being who has as much right to happiness as anyone else". He thereby served as an inspiration to the Russian realist authors who followed, such as Dostoevsky, who famously said "we have all come out from under Gogol's 'Overcoat'".

The two stories I loved most in this collection were "Ivan Fyodorovich Shponka and His Aunt" and "The Overcoat". I disliked "The Nose". The rest were all interesting and as with all great fiction, transported me to another time and place.

Among other things you'll find nationalism ("When Cossack hearts meet, they almost leap ouf of the breast to greet each other."), superstition (people afraid to walk in the woods after dark for fear of unbaptised children and maidens who have drowned themselves), anti-Semitism ("The majority of its officers drank hard and were very expert at dragging Jews about by their side locks, in which pastime they were as proficient as the hussars"), and poverty ("...I've been in the habit of stopping my ears for the night ever since that damned incident in a Russian inn when a cockroach crawled into my left ear. Those damned Russians, as I found out later, even eat their cabbage soup with cockroaches in it.").

It's not "pretty" fiction; the plots are sometimes irrational and there is a somewhat "raw" feeling throughout.

For all of his love of Russia, Gogol was also in the end was too conservative for his times, supporting serfdom and the patriarchal way of life as the tidal wave of change approached. Ultimately it drove him kinda nuts and he starved himself to death at the age of 42.

I love the linkages between the Russian giants: Gogol's friendship with Pushkin at the age of 22 as he burst upon the scene, Turgenev attending history class at Petersburg University with an inept Gogol as teacher, the critic Belinsky blasting Gogol in a letter, which Dostoevsky then read publicly to a group of radicals causing him to get sentenced to prison, etc.

It's certainly a part of why I read "Dead Souls" as well as these short stories; I enjoyed both and would recommend Gogol to others. I'm surprised at how few have him in their collections.

Quotes...
On death, from "The Overcoat":
"Akaky Akakyevich was taken to the cemetery and buried. And St. Petersburg carried on without Akaky, as though he had never lived there. A human being just disappeared and left no trace, a human being whom no one ever dreamed of protecting, who was not dear to anyone, whom no one thought of taking any interest in, who did not attract the attention even of a naturalist who never fails to stick a pin through an ordinary fly to examine it under the microscope…and upon whose head afterwards disaster had most pitilessly fallen, as it falls upon the heads of the great ones of this Earth!"

On joy in small things, from "Nevsky Avenue":
"He saw the unknown girl run up the steps, turn around, put a finger against her lips, and make a sign to him to follow her. His knees shook; his feelings, his thoughts, were aflame; joy like a flash of lightning pierced his heart, bringing with it the sensation of sharp pain. No, it was certainly not a dream! Oh, how much happiness could be crowded in one brief moment! What a lifetime of ecstasy in only two minutes!"

On old age, from "Ivan Fyodorovich Shponka and His Aunt":
"“…I’m too old. In the old days, I remember, our buckwheat used to reach as high as a man’s waist, but now goodness only knows what it is like. Though, mind you, I am told that everything is much better now.”
Here the old lady heaved a sigh. And some outside observer might have recognized in that sigh the sigh of the eighteenth century."

And again, from "The Portrait":
"He was already beginning, as is the habit of men of his age, to accuse all young people indiscriminately of immoral and viscous trends of thought. … He had, in fact, reached the age when anything showing the slightest flash of inspiration is condemned and frowned upon, when even the mightiest chord reaches the spirit feebly and does not pierce a man’s heart with its sound, when the touch of beauty no longer fans the virgin forces into fire and flame, but all burnt-out feelings respond more easily to the jingle of gold, hearken more attentively to its seductive music and little by little allow themselves unconsciously to be lulled to sleep by it." ( )

Gogol's great with words and quite funny. But the supernatural aspect of nearly all these stories put me off a bit. Still, I found the majority of these stories satisfying. Recommended. ( )