Netochka Nezvanova translated means something along the lines of "nameless nobody". So you have some idea how cheerful this novel is--though what else would you really expect from Dostoevsky? Calling it a novel is not really correct either--it was supposed to be the beginning of a novel, but Dostoevsky never returned to it after being rudely interupted by his imprisonment in Siberia for political activism.
I won't really get into it, since it is just a fraction of a work. I'm glad it's been preserved, but I don't think anyone rates it among Dostoevsky's great achievements. Not a bad read, though somewhat melodramatic. Not really worth digging into, though, unless you are a Dostoevsky scholar, or have some kind of pathological need to to read all of an author's works.
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