The Inspector General Review

The Inspector General Review

Everyone is waiting with baited breath to hear my opinions on a book nearly 200 years old.


I have this Doc on my Google Drive that has a long list of books I am itching to read. It's 31 pages long single-spaced and while it is organized into certain categories, I've forgotten the reasons why I put most of those books on the list in the first place. But I knew some of them were Russian, so I'm taking a class on books published in the 19th century to make me actually read them, and that has therefore led me to the Inspector General.

The Inspector General is a play written by Nikolai Gogol. He was born in the countryside of Ukraine and wrote the play in 1836. You probably glazed over that date, but it's important because the Industrial Revolution was just starting to take shape across Europe and the makings over a modern nation were coming together. This is important because despite the play's age, there is a lot about it and the time period that is still understood and relevant. In the real world there was government censorship that tried to protect Russia's citizens from the danger of this book. In the book itself, it's about a lazy, rich young man who pretends to be a government inspector in a small town and rips the whole town off so they would refrain from receiving a bad review.

The story is a total farce as the townspeople trip over themselves appeasing to this layabout on his every whim and the fraud himself being so horrible to actually keep up the charade. It's an easy read and once you get a hang on everyone's name and title, it is easy to understand, and this book has a special quality that very few books can match: this book made me laugh. When reading and especially after finishing a good book I sometimes get a really satisfied or even just optimistic feeling if the book is good, but it's a feeling that's a bit hard to pin down. In the Inspector General I was chuckling quite a lot at how disheveled everyone's office is, the physical, slapstick humor, and when they read the letter at the end. It's breezy and in general just a good time for about 70 pages.

I would like to finish this off by talking about the relatability on display. So many authors are worried about representation in their books, but that at best comes down to superficial characters in their books that don't have much depth or really touch upon all the things that make those people who they are. You would think a book set in a village nearly 200 years ago and in Russia might as well be a fantasy, but there's a lot that's similar. The people that live in the small town and the attitudes of the young man pretending to be an inspector have some relatable qualities that could easily compare to people I've met in real life, or even just my perception of how things are even if I can't remember a particular face. A book doesn't have to have characters just like you to be relatable and strike a chord with you and Gogol did that in this book. At the very least I'd say you should read the first few pages where the Police Chief roasts the important people of the town for how bad their offices are, now that's funny.

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8 Types Of People Fetuses Grow Into That 'Pro-Lifers' Don't Give 2.5 Shits About

It is easy to fight for the life of someone who isn't born, and then forget that you wanted them to be alive when you decide to hate their existence.


For those in support of the #AbortionBans happening all over the United States, please remember that the unborn will not always be a fetus — he or she may grow up to be just another person whose existence you don't support.

The fetus may grow up to be transgender — they may wear clothes you deem "not for them" and identify in a way you don't agree with, and their life will mean nothing to you when you call them a mentally unstable perv for trying to use the bathroom.

The fetus may grow up to be gay — they may find happiness and love in the arms of someone of the same gender, and their life will mean nothing to you when you call them "vile" and shield your children's eyes when they kiss their partner.

The fetus may grow up and go to school — to get shot by someone carrying a gun they should have never been able to acquire, and their life will mean nothing to you when your right to bear arms is on the line.

The fetus may be black — they may wear baggy pants and "look like a thug", and their life will mean nothing to you when you defend the police officer who had no reason to shoot.

The fetus may grow up to be a criminal — he might live on death row for a heinous crime, and his life will mean nothing to you when you fight for the use of lethal injection to end it.

The fetus may end up poor — living off of a minimum wage job and food stamps to survive, and their life will mean nothing to you when they ask for assistance and you call them a "freeloader" and refuse.

The fetus may end up addicted to drugs — an experimentation gone wrong that has led to a lifetime of getting high and their life will mean nothing to you when you see a report that they OD'd and you make a fuss about the availability of Narcan.

The fetus may one day need an abortion — from trauma or simply not being ready, and her life will mean nothing to you as you wave "murderer" and "God hates you" signs as she walks into the office for the procedure.

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Do not tell me that you are pro-life when all of the above people could lose their lives in any way OUTSIDE of abortion and you wouldn't give 2.5 shits.

You fight for the baby to be born, but if he or she is gay or trans, you will berate them for who they are or not support them for who they love.

You fight for the baby to be born, but if he or she is poor or addicted, you will refuse the help they desperately need or consider their death a betterment of society.

You fight for the baby to be born, but when the used-to-be-classroom-of-fetuses is shot, you care more about your access to firearms than their lives.

It is easy to pretend you care about someone before they are even born, and easy to forget their birth was something you fought for when they are anything other than what you consider an ideal person.

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