>>24549781 (OP)He's easily above all novelists to the point where he starts provoking all other philosophy. That's how real his artistic vision was; how stark, how fully 100% aware and conscious, while still embodying the play and belief in demons that inhabits the artists world. He didn't inspire anything silly after him, anything artful, clever, intellectual, the elitist humor of the writer, the satisfaction of the homegrown philosopher, the satisfied pot belly intellectual, like other writers did. Silliness, cleverness, self-satisfaction. They inspired that whole writers personality, the novelists that were the exact same as the ones in the Belinsky circle, the same fancies and delusions. And what do they inspire now? Exactly like Nabokov, the teacher's process philosophy. Exactly like Goethe, the silence and dissolution in Spinozism. And there could no one more ravenous today, no one who thinks with the mind of a doubter in greater severity. The least person willing to bear consciousness, snapping hastily like a sobered drunk. Dostoevsky readers come away with a more profound effect, much power, yellow eyes and an intense stare, absolute starkness, blind whiteness, the whole world starts blurring and dancing marvelously. The full burden of consciousness on his back and shoulders, constantly right on the verge of that zero sum moment and the Myshkin seizure at the full realization of life. So yes, I would put him as the greatest novelist. He's not even a novelist, but the petticoat prophet himself. He sang the most significant wail that's ever been sung, that great soul