By the time he was fifty, Tolstoy has alredy written War and Peace and Anna Karenina, novels that would assure him of immortality. He had a wife, a large estate and children; he was a happy man and in good helth.
But Life had lost all meening. A Confession describes a crisis familiar to many people. It records Tolstoy's despression and estrangement from the world, his desperate desire to find answers to the simplest questions of life and the beginnings of his passionate intellectual search for a practial religion not promising future bliss, but giving bliss on earch.
Tolstoy is not blending water in his ink. Every sentence becomes a treasure for a seeking sould.