But you'd love Tolstoy! The last third of War and Peace breaks off every five pages so Tolstoy can argue against the "great men" view of history. Then he has a fifty-page appendix at the end in which he reiterates his case, just in case you didn't get it the first time.
It's especially dull, since nobody really believes the viewpoint he's arguing against any more.
Dostoevsky's rubbish, as always.