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The works of Fyodor Mikhailovich (of course, Dostoevsky!).

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Nagan, you know, you reason exactly like my father. :) He also always draws parallels between the writer's personality, his lifestyle, his psyche, his biography as a whole, and the style of his works. All this is, of course, true, but for me, it's like dissecting love with a scalpel. :)
It's approximately like if a person in love said:
- She has such wonderful light golden hair and blue eyes!
And someone replied:
- Yes, a lack of melanin is generally characteristic of northern peoples, which was due to small doses of ultraviolet radiation and, consequently, a low need to screen it...

:D

For example, since I learned about Alexander Grin's biography, his books have lost a large part of their magic for me. Now I see in them not bright, colorful dreams, but an opium dream in a corner on a tattered rag, if you understand what I mean.

As for novels, I have always somehow easily tackled large works. In fact, I was even glad that the immersion wouldn't end soon. :)