N. states that "Chekov talks to [her] more than does Tolstoy", who tends to use literature more often as a political/philosophical platform; Chekhov's plays are snippets from the intimate aspects of everyday life. The intimate, "little", everyday bits of life probably reflect more of what's universally true for people everywhere; political movements come and go, but the basics of love, jealousy, greed, fear, loss, etc.... stay the same. And, when old political issues no longer mean much, the politically-motivated may not speak much to us.
And no news is new...except for scientific discoveries and technological innovations. Looking at the latest political story is like looking at the closest reflection of a grimacing gargoyle, in an infinite regression of identical horrors dating back to pre-history.
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