I picked up the Tolstoy today. It made me think of a couple of other novels about dying old men: La muerte de Artemio Cruz by Carlos Fuentes and La memoria de mis tristes putas by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. (Yes, the punctuation is correct; in Spanish, only names are capitalized in a book title. And, yes, I read them both in the original. This is my blog and I can brag if I want.)
I'm looking for some compare and contrast here, considering that Tolstoy preceded both of the Spanish gentlemen and considering that it is quite possible that both men has read the Tolstoy. But don't look for any essay from me on the topic because it is a long time since I read either of the Spanish titles and they are fading memories at this point. Re-read, you say? Perhaps, if I find them when I start unpacking the boxes and didn't include in the down-sizing discards.