This is the first book I've read by Turgenev. Because I am such a huge fan of Tolstoy, Pushkin, Dostoevsky and Chekov, I was interested in reading yet another Russian writer.
I must say that Turgenev is not on the same level as the aforementioned writers. While he introduced some interesting characters, he did not develop them well. The same goes for the concepts of different generational thinking, class consciousness, the arrogance of "intellectual youth" or the even the tragedy of young death.
None of it provoked any real emotion in me or struck me with a profundity of thought. I would like to see how Tolstoy, Dostoevsky or Chekov would have handled the same story. I'm sure it would have been tremendous.
I had to read this book for a Russian literature class. I don't really enjoy Turgenev, though the translation is decent enough. Not my favorite Russian novel! But not like digging spoons into my eyes or anything.