Reading a single book is sufficient to catapult one into literary snobbery. But only if that book was written in 1869 by a Russian aristocrat who's grasp of brevity begins and ends with - the word between breville and
brevirostris in the dictionary. After you've listened to a few dozen one-star reviews of Tolstoy's 1.5K page masterpiece, you too, can pretend to have read what critics have deemed one of the greatest books of all time. And if there's one thing the world needs more of, it's literary snobs.
