Showing posts with label 18th Century. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 22, 2023

The Last of the Mohicans by James Fenimore Cooper (novel #218)

The Last of the Mohicans: A Narrative of 1757

 

He was your son, and a red-skin by nature; and it may be that your blood was nearer – but, if ever I forget the lad who has so often fou’t at my side in war, and slept at my side in peace, may He who made us all, whatever may be our color or our gifts, forget me! The boy has left us for a time; but, Sagamore, you are not alone. ~ Hawkeye to Chingachgook

 

This novel is the second in Cooper’s Leatherstockings Tales: a five-novel series on the exploits of fictional frontiersman Natty Bumpo, set in present-day central New York, mid-18th to early 19th Century. Fortunately, Bumpo is seldom called by his given name but is commonly referred to by various appellations: Pathfinder, Deerslayer, and in this story, Hawkeye or La Longue Carabine (long rifle) for his amazing skill with his rifle.

 

As the subtitle suggests, the book is partially historical fiction, principally about the French and Indian War.

 

It was in this scene of strife and bloodshed that the incidents we shall attempt to relate occurred, during the third year of the war which England and France last waged for the possession of a country that neither was destined to retain.

 

If you are familiar with the 1992 film…forget it. It bears little likeness to the novel. I am tempted to rant against directors and screenwriters who aspire to “improve” classic literature.

 

I thought I had read this once before, but I’d only seen the movie (wish I hadn’t). I have read The Deerslayer and liked it, but I thought Hawkeye was too good to be true. I found him more believable in this story, but I was lukewarm for other reasons.

 

Cooper paints a vivid picture. He identifies with the British via Hawkeye and his adoptive Mohican father Chingachgook and brother Uncas. But he was fair and respectful to the French and their Huron allies. He defends the honor of French Commander Montcalm, who is believed to have violated terms of a truce after the Battle of William-Henry. According to Cooper’s narrative, Montcalm was non-complicit in a band of rogue Hurons who attacked the withdrawing British formation. Neither are the Hurons portrayed as villains, but merely not obligated to terms that were negotiated without their consent nor according to their customs.

 

There is an individual Huron, Magua by name, who is the tale's villain, but Cooper does not paint the entire Huron Nation with a single broad brush.

 

Continuing with this idea of fair treatment, I like how Cooper treated the women. There are two beautiful young women, daughters of the British General. They are out of their element but not portrayed as simple, weak, or helpless, and there is no budding romance between either of them and Hawkeye. ***rolls eyes once more at Hollywood***

 

It's very exciting and an easy, enjoyable read. It gets a bit repetitive…captured, bold escape…captured, bold escape…etc.

 

The final chapter is superb though.

 

***SPOILER ALERT***

 

The villain dies; a heroine dies; a hero dies; two fathers mourn; a tribe mourns.

 

The sounds of the battle were over, and they had fed fat their ancient grudge, and had avenged their recent quarrel with the Mengwe…

 

 

My Rating: 4 out of 5 Stars


 

 

As I’ve explained, this was my first time reading The Last of the Mohicans. Works I’ve previously read by Cooper: The Oak Openings and The Deerslayer. I must reread The Deerslayer and will probably read the complete Leatherstocking Tales.

 

This was my “spin book” for The Classics Club Spin #33

 

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Sunday, June 7, 2020

The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole (novel #150)

“I fear no man’s displeasure,” said Theodore, “when a woman in distress puts herself under my protection.”

The Castle of Otranto is a 18thCentury gothic story; indeed, it is considered the first novel of the genre. I don’t remember exactly how or when I first heard of this novel, but I’ve been excited about reading it for some time now. Those high expectations are often cause for a letdown, but not this time.

It was a thrilling fast-paced tale, that I finished in three sittings. As an unnamed commentator put it in the preface to the first edition:
Terror, the author’s principal engine, prevents the story from ever languishing; and it is so often contrasted by pity, that the mind is kept up in a constant vicissitude of interesting passions.

Though it is rightly called a gothic story, I would say it is written in the romantic style. The women are pure and virtuous, the men decisive and commanding, both heroes and villains. And although Walpole portrays all three women as submissive, they are neither simple nor weak. There’s actually one more female character, a maid, a comic character, who added one more level of enjoyment to this tale.

It opens on the happy occasion of the marriage between Conrad, heir to the Castle Otranto, and Isabella – but poor Conrad survives only the first page. From that moment, it is a dizzying spectacle of intrigue, chivalry, and a hint of the supernatural. There are numerous twists, and turns, secret passages, family secrets revealed, lost heirs found, curses, threats, and promises, quickly shifting passions and loyalties, terrifying specters and more than one forbidden love story. There is justice in the end, but no fairy tale ending. 

I enjoyed it immensely. Have you read the Castle of Otranto, or Walpole? What did you think?


My rating: 4 of 5 stars
 


This novel satisfies square B3, book published at least 200 years ago, in the 2020 Classic Bingo Challenge, and Classic about a family in the Back to the Classics Challenge 2020.


Excerpts:

If heaven has selected me for thy deliverer, it will accomplish its work, and strengthen my arm in thy cause. ~ Theodore

It is not ours to make election for ourselves: heaven, our fathers, and our husbands must decide for us. ~ Hippolita

To heap shame on my own head is all the satisfaction I have left to offer to offended heaven. ~ Manfred

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Friday, April 12, 2019

Candide by Voltaire (novel #124)

All is for the best


Candide is an 18th Century satire. The title character is a privileged, innocent young man, and illegitimate nephew of the Baron Thunder-ten-Tronckh. Also residing in the baron’s castle are the baron’s daughter Cunegonde, and tutor Pangloss who teaches…

That they live in the best of all possible worlds
That things cannot be otherwise than as they are
And that all is for the best

A philosophy Candide embraces without doubt or reservation.

Until his world begins to unravel. Candide is evicted when a fairly innocent kiss with Cunegonde is discovered. Alone and unprotected, he is conscripted into the army, beaten and carried away, later to learn of an attack against his uncle’s castle, the murder of the entire household, and the rape and murder of Cunegonde.  

And yet, Candide is merely confused – he loses no faith in Pangloss’ teachings, but merely wishes for his tutor to help him understand the apparent contradiction of his philosophy and the reality of life.

In time, Candide happily finds Pangloss and Cunegonde – not dead after all, but in severely humbled condition – nonetheless there is hope for reward of Candide’s innocence and faith.

But no. A series of events brings the characters together, and then separates them, and causes them by force or freewill to leave Europe for the Americas. Candide concludes…
We are going into another world, ….and surely it must be there that all is for the best.

But no. Back to Europe, and then the Mediterranean. And slowly, though narrated very quickly, Candide is disillusioned.

The satire is quite evidently Voltaire’s rebuttal of Optimism. Meh…OK. I get it. But I was unimpressed, and I didn’t find it very funny.

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


This novel satisfies A Classic Comedy for the Back to the Classics 2019 challenge.

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Sunday, November 18, 2018

Dream of the Red Chamber by Cao Xueqin (novel #114)

(translation by Franz Kuhn)

Your earthly destiny is fulfilled! Do not delay now, but follow us! ~ Buddhist monk and Taoist priest to Pao Yu

Dream of the Red Chamber (Hong Lou Meng), or The Story of the Stone (Shi Tou Chi), or 





Written mid-18thCentury during the Qing Dynasty by Cao Xueqin (Tsao Hsueh-Chin), Dream of the Red Chamber is the most recent of China’s Four Great Classical Novels: [Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Journey to the West, Water Margin]. If there were an Eastern Canon, this would be part of it.

It has also been described as the Chinese version of Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past – but I think that’s unfair since Dream predates Remembrance by more than a Century – bit ethnocentric. We should say, Remembrance of Things Past is the French version of China’s great novel Dream of the Red Chamber.

Which doesn’t bode well for Dream of the Red Chamber, since I nearly hated Remembrance of Things Past

But Happily and surprisingly, I found Dream of the Red Chamber much more enjoyable and accessible. I have to make one confession though – I read an abridged version. I ordinarily refuse to read abridged versions, but the full version is like a billion pages. Additionally, there is great difficulty in translating this work; the full translation just doesn’t – ummm? – translate well. So much so, that my translation isn’t considered abridged, just a liberal translation. It’s still quite long – like a million pages (bit over 600 actually).

Dream of the Red Chamber is about the decline of the Chia clan, an aristocratic family, of two major houses: Ningkuo Palace and Yuongko Palace. It is thought to be semi-autobiographical and is largely a character driven story – and goodness, there are plenty of characters, 40 major characters and over 400 others. The main character is Chia Pao Yu, a young prince, probably around 14 at the beginning of the novel, of the Yuongko Palace who was born with a jade stone in his mouth. In a preface, the translator describes him as:
…a highly gifted but degenerate young aristocrat, a psychopath and a weakling, asocial, effeminate, plagued by inferiority complexes and manic depressions, who though capable of a temporary rallying of energies, founders among the demands of reality and slinks cravenly away from human society.
That’s about right. But somehow, I still liked him. His mother, and grandmother, the Princess Ancestress, spoil him, while his father terrorizes him, nearly beats him to death at one point – so he has some excuse for his foibles.

Between the two Palaces, there are countless cousins, siblings, half-siblings of concubines, and maids who are more familiar with their masters than is typical of Western domestics.

The other two main characters are female cousins, Black Jade and Precious Clasp. They are rivals for Pao Yu’s attention, though genuinely affectionate to one another. Again, the translator’s description:
Black Jade, of a nearly saintly chastity
Precious Clasp, womanly warm, sensible

When Pao Yu first meets Black Jade, the narrative of his impression is more poetic:
She was beautiful, but her beauty was clothed with the cloak of suffering. Her eyes were always glistening as if full of tears. And how faint and soft was her breathing. In repose she was like the dewy reflection of a flower in water. In motion she was like a willow branch trembling in the wind.

Early, I was pulling for Black Jade; with a name like Black Jade I couldn’t help but imagine her a rare beauty, but as time goes on, I found her insecure, simple, and needy. My hopes for Pao Yu turned to Precious Clasp, but no spoilers. Pao Yu was incredibly fickle, flirting with any and every female in the palace including his maids and half-sisters.

Male names were transliterated while female names were translated. The female names were beautiful and/or funny:
Beginning of Spring
Taste of Spring (becomes a secondary wife to the Emperor)
Grief of Spring
Greeting of Spring (the four Spring girls were not sisters, but cousins)
Mandarin Duck
Gold Ring
Pearl Musk
Bright Cloud
Autumn Wave
Cuckoo
Snowgoose
Painting Maid
And poor Numskull (who lived down to her name)

The title, is derived from a dream Pao Yu has early in the novel that foreshadows his life. It is filled with charming ethereal descriptions:
I am the fairy of the Fearful Awakening. I live not far from here in the Phantom Realm of the Great Void, in the Sphere of Banished Suffering, behind the Drenching Sea of Trouble, on the Heights of Liberated Spring, in the Grottoes of Everlasting Perfumes. I judge the Play of Wind and Clouds between human beings and settle the unbalanced debts of love between unhappy maidens and languishing youths. It is not chance but destiny which leads me to you today.
 This language was fun and proper in the dream, but would have grown pretty tiresome if it pervaded the novel. It doesn’t.

As one might expect from an 18thCentury Chinese writing, there are mystical elements, such as the stone found in Pao Yu’s mouth at birth. There are other omens and occurrences that we would probably call magical realism – but I don’t think it correct to apply that label here. One of the more interesting such elements was a wandering and mysterious pair: a Buddhist monk and a Taoist Priest who showed up at various points, to offer sage advice, or prophetic warning, and who would then usually vanish.

I think they were probably representative of a spiritual message the author was conveying. The translator wrote:
From the Buddhist and Taoist points of view the answer might be: It is a story of the gradual awakening, purification, and final transcendence of a soul originally sunk in the slime of temporal and material strivings.

I enjoyed this read, though I didn’t quite love it, but it’s good to get out of my comfort zone, and it was interesting to learn about Imperial Chinese Aristocratic society. It was a reminder, that although we have very different ways and customs – people everywhere are remarkably similar.

My rating: 3 ½ of 5 stars
 


This novel satisfies – Back to the Classics Challenge 2018 – Category: a classic with a color in the title. It also completes the 2018 Challenge.

Other excerpts:

From the Pao Yu’s dream, description of wine he is offered:
It is prepared from the pollen of a hundred flowers, the juices of a thousand plants, the marrow of uniciorns, and the milk of the phoenix, and it is called A Thousand Delights in One Goblet

And this I found curios. At one period of studious determination in Pao Yu’s life it says:
Early to bed and early to rise was the watchword now.
Curious, because it is an apparent quotation of Benjamin Franklin, who could have been known to the translator, but probably not the author.

Finally of note, at one point in the novel a play is enacted, portraying one of the earlier Great Chinese novels, Journey to the West.

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Friday, July 21, 2017

Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne (84 down 16 to go)

…there never was a great or heroic action performed since the world began by one called Tristram ~ Walter Shandy, Tristram's father

This is the first time I’ve read Tristram Shandy (though I started it and did not finish years ago) and the only work I’ve read by Laurence Sterne.  The novel was originally published under the longer title: The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman, but most modern editions go by the shorter version. Tristram Shandy is a first-person narrative, though it is difficult to categorize it further, using the common fiction genres. I call it a comic novel, and satire, of the Enlightenment era.

My rating: 3 of 5 stars
 


This novel satisfies 2017 Back to the Classics Challenge category #5 – A classic published before 1800.

In spite of the original title, the novel is not much about Tristram’s life though it is certainly about his opinions. Most of the book is Tristram relating comic settings and conversations between his father and uncle: Walter Shandy and Uncle Toby. Nearly half the book takes place before Tristram’s birth; he narrates earlier events that were presumably passed down to him. It takes place in early to mid-18th century England.

Walter Shandy intended his son to be named Trismegistus, but the chambermaid sent to relay the message can only remember it begins “TRIS”. The officiating parson, concludes it must be Tristram – a name Walter Shandy thought was unison to Nincompoop.  Walter also believed, for he’d read numerous books on the subject, that large noses were a sign of intelligence and nobility. He was therefore again disappointed at Tristram’s birth, when the Doctor permanently crushes Tristram’s nose by use of forceps.

As I said it is a comic novel – one of the earliest and considered one of the best. Hmmm, for me, not so much. There is no doubt much of the humor was lost on me owing to a quarter millennium separating the author’s day and my own. I know the book is filled with double entendre and subtle allusions relevant in Sterne’s day. I caught some of them, but I’m sure I missed more.

Sterne, via Tristram, makes many allusions to other writers and books, and I’m sure I missed many of these for the same reason. His favorite was Don Quixote. Sterne makes repeated explicit references to writings and characters from Don Quixote as well as many subtle allusions. Tristram’s Uncle Toby and his aide Corporal Trim are very reminiscent of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. Sterne makes other allusions to:  Jonathan Swift, Alexander Pope, John Locke, John Bunyan, Rabelais, and more.

Another comic device Sterne used was digression – in fact, it was his main gag. He seldom finishes a chapter without chasing some digression and promising to return to the previous subject in some future chapter. Then he often digressed from the digression, and often yet again, and etc. Often, he does not get back to the original point for many chapters – if at all – though he occasionally reminds the reader that he has not forgotten and intends to return to unfinished portions. I know it was intentional, but for me it bordered on absurd. I’m convinced Sterne was intelligent, witty, very well read, and used clever word play, but for me, it just didn’t work well.

The book concludes with a very clever double entendre though – really more of a quadruple entendre. After one character relates an amusing story, a listener concludes:
A Cock and Bull, said Yorick – And one of the best of its kind, I ever heard.
As I’ve suggested, the reader can take that statement one of at least four ways: one quite literally, a second figuratively, a third rather bawdily, and a fourth – that may just be the author’s self-effacing commentary on the entire book.

I’m glad I read Tristram Shandy. It has been on my TBR for a long time and I think it is historically significant, but I didn’t really enjoy it – so, I’m also glad to be DONE reading it.

Have you read Tristram Shandy? Did you like it any better than I did?

Other excerpts:

I have but half a score things to do in the time – I have a thing to name – a thing to lament – a thing to hope – a thing to promise, and a thing to threaten – I have a thing to suppose – a thing to declare – a thing to conceal – a thing to choose, and a thing to pray for – This chapter, therefore, I name the chapter of Things – and my next chapter to it, that is, the first chapter of my next volume, if I live, shall be my chapter upon Whiskers, in order to keep up some sort of connection in my works.

Sciences May Be Learned Rote But Wisdom Not

Let love therefore be what it will, - my uncle Toby fell into it.

Then he will never, quoth my father, be able to lie diagonally in his bed again as long as he lives. ~ Walter Shandy upon learning his brother Toby was to be married

It was a consuming vexation to my father, that my mother never asked the meaning of a thing she did not understand. ~ narrative regarding Tristram’s mother

The French have a gay way of treating every thing that is Great; and that is all can be said upon it. ~ Tristram

I’m persuaded there is not any one prince, prelate, pope, or potentate, great or small upon earth, more desirous in his heart of keeping straight with the world than I am – or who take more likely means for it. ~ Tristram

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Tuesday, March 22, 2016

The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding (67 down 33 to go)

There is in true beauty something which vulgar souls cannot admire


This is the first time I’ve read The History of Tom Jones, a Foundling or Henry Fielding. The novel, often referred to simply as Tom Jones, is from the Enlightenment period and is considered a comic novel, a picaresque novel, and a bildungsroman. It is the third-person narrative telling the tale of Tom Jones, who is abandoned at the estate of a wealthy squire in early to mid 18th century England. 

My rating: 4 of 5 stars
 


Elsewhere I have described Tom Jones as being rather Dickensian, but this is a bit unfair to Henry Fielding as he preceded Charles Dickens by a full century. It would be more appropriate to describe Dickens’ writings as Fieldingesque. Dickens was certainly influenced by Fielding, claiming to have read Tom Jones as a child. Dickens’ own alter-ego, David Copperfield, reads Tom Jones in Dickens’ novel and Oliver Twist is particularly reminiscent of Tom Jones. Perhaps the greatest proof of Dickens’ admiration for Fielding though, is that Dickens named one of his children Henry Fielding Dickens.

It is not surprising then that I enjoyed Tom Jones, as I am a fan of Dickens.

The tale begins with the introduction of Squire Allworthy, an aptronym if ever there was one. The squire, a wealthy country nobleman and widower, is the embodiment of grace and virtue and is admired by peers, servants, and people of every class. He has no children and shares his home in Somerset with his sister.

Enter Tom Jones. Upon returning home from a London business trip, the squire discovers the abandoned child in his own bed. Given what I’ve already told you of Squire Allworthy, you can probably guess what follows: the squire takes custody of the child, names him Tom Jones using the surname of the suspected mother, and raises him as his own. He grows to love and be loved by young Tom.

The Squire’s sister marries and has a child, who becomes the squire’s presumed heir. Although the squire loves Tom, it is clear he does not intend to supplant his true blood relation, though he does intend to make generous provision for Tom.

There is also a love story. Tom develops a passionate, but hopeless infatuation with Sophia, the beautiful and virtuous heiress of a neighboring nobleman. Tom’s lack of title and legitimate parentage, make a match virtually impossible even though Sophy returns Tom’s affection.

From what I’ve told you about the Dickensian feel of this novel, you might guess that Tom becomes the victim of ambition and jealously. He is unjustly, but convincingly defamed to his benefactor and is cast into the world with little means and less hope. His ruined condition dashes the already slim chances he had of winning Sophy.

Tom encounters Partridge, a man whose own fate is similarly ruined and intricately intertwined with his own. In fact, the squire and others suspect Partridge to be Tom’s father. However, Tom is not aware of this suspicion. Partridge becomes Tom’s companion and one true, though sometimes troublesome, friend. The two have numerous adventures and are a bit reminiscent of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. From time to time there is a glimmer of hope that all is not lost, but each time, things turn out worse than before. Tom is often his own worst enemy. He is by all accounts a very handsome young man, and he commits several peccadillos with older women. Sophy learns of these infidelities, further dashing Tom’s hopes. Eventually Tom is arrested, falsely accused of the murder of a jealous husband.

All seems truly lost.

But, if Dickens learned from Fielding, perhaps Fielding learned from Shakespeare – the truth will out.

Slowly the tide begins to turn for Tom. The jealous husband unexpectedly lives and asserts Tom’s innocence. Other long concealed secrets come to light, some known to the reader, others quite startling. After several unexpected twists Tom is exonerated, villains are exposed, and other victims besides Tom are restored. Justice is finally served, but there is still little hope for Tom and Sophy. I’ll spare the spoiler, though it shouldn’t be hard to guess.

I only have two minor complaints with this novel. First, it is very wordy. That’s not a very precise criticism and it would be difficult to explain without being wordy myself. Fielding often says in a full paragraph, or two, what could be said in a single sentence. I think this is at least in part, characteristic of 18th and 19th century English prose. I might make the same observation of Dickens or Austen, but while I enjoy the elegant dialogue in their novels, the narrative tends to be a bit more to the point. Whereas even Fielding’s narrative is very elaborate, formal, and intricate. It certainly contributes to the great length of this novel, which in my opinion is longer than necessary.

My second complaint is partially related to the first. Fielding uses this wordiness, and the first 1000 pages to get Jones into trouble – and then barely 100 pages to get him out. To be honest Jones’ vindication came too quickly, too easily, too completely.

But I’ll overlook both these points, in favor of one rather brilliant achievement. Tom Jones is described as a picaresque novel – an engagingly roguish hero. That’s certainly apt. The first time Tom jumped into bed with another woman, after he had professed an exalted love for Sophy that was unequaled in the annals of romance, I was pretty disgusted with him. He was fickle and cavalier, and utterly unworthy of Sophy’s love. Fielding, in his role as the narrator, warns the reader that very good people at times commit great blunders, and they should not be judged in the whole by an action that is but a part.

Yeah right. Well, yeah, that is right but I was not prepared to forgive Tom.

But in the subsequent wordy chapters, Fielding gradually convinced me of Tom’s worth. I could easily believe he could make Tom likeable, but I would have doubted he could ever make him admirable.

And yet, he did. And you, reading this – are probably not convinced. Read this wonderful, wordy, novel and decide for yourself.

Excerpts:

There is in true beauty something which vulgar souls cannot admire

…for we never choose to assign motives to the actions of men, when there is any possibility of being mistaken. ~ narrative

True it is, that philosophy makes us wiser, but Christianity makes us better men. Philosophy elevates and steels the mind, Christianity softens and sweetens it. The Former makes us the objects of human admiration, the latter of Divine love. That insures us a temporal, but this an eternal happiness. ~ narrative

The author who will make me weep, says Horace, must first weep himself.

His smiles at folly were indeed such as we may suppose the angels bestow on the absurdities of mankind. ~ Narrative regarding Squire Allworthy

The narrator, and characters, make references to numerous works of literature or authors including:  Homer, Virgil, Cervantes, Jonathan Swift, Shakespeare, Don Quixote, and Robinson Crusoe.


Film Adaptation: I watched two versions: 1997 A&E / BBC 5 hour television mini-series was pretty good, but I expected to prefer the 1962 film with Albert Finney as Tom and Susannah York as Sophie. It won the Academy Award for best picture after all and four other Oscars, and five more nominations including Best Actor for Finney. I am apparently no film critic, but I thought it was rather awful. As usual in my experience, BBC does a better job with Fielding, Austen, Dickens.

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