And Did Dostoevsky Say ‘Beauty Will Save’

Short answer: he did not.

Neither did Prince Myshkin, that we know of.

Likely both believed it. Beauty — in the person of Christ — will do so.

And clearly D wrote of M in The Idiot to explore art and beauty and ugliness and salvation.

But did he say it, and did he believe that a person could live so as to embody it — to re-incarnate Christ in our lives.

He did not.

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Some discussion of it here.

And herein my longer treatment of it, tho not long enough.

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For this we need life eternal, and the Life.

 

Image:
The Body of the Dead Christ in the Tomb [detail]
Hans Holbein the Younger, via the Public Domain

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