“The past history of Ivan Ilyich’s life was most simple and ordinary and most terrible.”
These striking words from Leo Tolstoy’s 1886 novella “The Death of Ivan Ilyich” leap from the page. What could be so terrible about a simple and ordinary life? What does Tolstoy mean by this cryptic line? Aren’t great writers like Tolstoy known to extol the beauty of an ordinary life?