Face it, I will probably never get around to reading Joseph Frank's (allegedly) magisterial biography of Dostoevsky. List longa, vita brevis. And besides, I have at hand Konstantin Mochulsky's splendid "Dostoevsky: His Life and Work." Strictly speaking, I can't compare it to Frank which, as I say, I haven't read (although I've peeked). The point is just that Mochulsky is so comprehensive and so insightful that I feel no special need to push further.
Frank runs to five volumes. At 678 pages, Mochulsky is not exactly svelt. Still he succeeds in capturing at least two books in one. It is first a pretty good, straightforward, narrative of D's life, which is certainly a tale to tell on its own. Indeed it is hard to think of any artist except perphaps Caravaggio whose life can bear telling on its own.
But perhaps more imimportant, it is a marvellously shrewd appreciation of all the major (and some of the minor) works. I picked up a copy some years ago in a second-hand shop, when I hadn't read much of D. Since then, every time I've knocked off another monument, I've gone to D to tell me what I've read. He's been unfailingly helpful, always adding something to the mix (perhaps particularly with The Idiot which, I might as well admit, at first reading I simply did not get). I'm sure Frank has even more to offer but as I say, you have to set priorities. I have Mochulsky. And besides, there is a bit more of D to read...