Showing posts with label Romance. Show all posts
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Monday, April 12, 2021

Sybil, or the Two Nations by Benjamin Disraeli (novel #177)

There is a whisper rising in this country that Loyalty is not a phrase. Faith not a delusion, and Popular Liberty something more diffusive and substantial than the profane exercise of the sacred rights of sovereignty by political classes.

 

Sybil, or The Two Nations is a roman à these – a novel with a thesis. I have read that it is an exposé on the deplorable conditions of England’s working class, mid 19thCentury. In my opinion, that is only half-right. I believe the point is more precisely: the unconscionable condition – a condition the ruling elite is culpable for – of the working class and a call to change.

 

It is also, a Victorian Era romance.

 

At the time of writing, Benjamin Disraeli was a member of Parliament, who would later become Prime Minister.

 

Sybil – is the beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous daughter of a labor organizer. She is an ideal.

 

The Two Nations of the title is best described by one of the novels characters.

 

“Yes,” resumed the younger stranger after a moment’s interval. “Two nations; between whom there is no intercourse and no sympathy; who are as ignorant of each other’s habits, thoughts, and feelings, as if they were dwellers in different zones, or inhabitants of different planets; who are formed by a different breeding, are fed by a different food, are ordered by different manners, and are not governed by the same laws.”

 

“THE RICH AND THE POOR.”

 

I may be pressing my rights as a reviewer to once more differ from conventional, and more qualified opinion, but I think The Two Nations is neither subtitle, nor alternate title, but rather the single title is: Sybil, or The Two Nations.

 

I called Sybil the daughter of a labor organizer, but that isn’t quite correct. Walter Gerard is a leader in the Chartist movement. Chartist demands were not merely for labor reform, but also voter and Parliamentary reform. Growing up under his reasoned and eloquent discourse, Sybil has formed a very precise world view.

 

The quick intelligence and the ardent imagination of Sybil had made her comprehend with fervor the two ideas that had been impressed on her young mind; the oppression of her church and degradation of her people.

 

In her own words...

 

The dove and the eagle will not mate; the lion and the lamb will not lie down together; and the conquerors will never rescue the conquered. ~ Sybil

 

But Sybil’s world view will be challenged by circumstance and the person of Charles Egremont, the younger brother of Lord Marney – hence not the heir – but still from a life of privilege.

 

Enjoyment, not ambition seemed the principle of his existence.

 

Charles becomes a member of Parliament, and becomes conscious of the great divide in glorious England.

 

There are seasons in life when solitude is a necessity; and such a one had now descended on the spirit of the brother of Lord Marney.

 

One thing I liked about this novel, was that although Disraeli clearly portrays “the people” as the wronged, and more virtuous party, they are not without their own foibles and prejudices. This is most poignant in Sybil herself.

 

She had seen enough to suspect that the world was a more complicated system than she had preconceived.

 

Disraeli paints a miserable picture of England’s working class. It is disturbing and heartbreaking. He describes the denizens of one particularly squalid labor town…

 

Ask them the name of their sovereign, and they will give you an unmeaning stare; ask them the name of their religion, and they will laugh: who rules them on earth, or who can save them in heaven, are alike mysteries to them.

 

Overall, I enjoyed this novel, and learned a great deal about a historic setting of which I was largely ignorant. Disraeli asserts that this history is indeed somewhat hard to discover.

 

Generally speaking, all the great events have been distorted, most of the important causes concealed, some of the principal characters never appear, and all who figure are so misunderstood and misrepresented, that the result is a complete mystification, and the perusal of the narrative about as profitable to an Englishman as reading the Republic of Plato or the Utopia of More, The pages of Gaudentio di Lucca or the adventures of Peter Wilkins.

 

And while his passion and purpose are commendable, the politics were a bit difficult to comprehend. I’m certain it was more accessible at the time. But still the human elements, and the love story were very entertaining. 

 

My rating: 3 ½ of 5 stars




 

This novel satisfies “a classic by a new to me author” in the Back to the Classics 2021 Challenge.


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Monday, June 29, 2020

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë (novel #152)

"No man can deliver his brother, nor make agreement unto God for him,…it cost more to redeem their souls – it cost the blood of an incarnate God, perfect and sinless in Himself, to redeem us from the bondage of the evil one: – let Him plead for you." ~ Helen


The Tenant of Wildfell Hall is a Victorian era novel written by the youngest of the Brontë sisters. It is the story of Helen Graham – the tenant. She is widowed, young, beautiful, talented, and exceedingly private – nearly to the point of being rude. She draws the attention of local gossips, and at least one eligible bachelor, Gilbert Markham. It is evident the two would make a fine match, and their esteem seems to be mutual, but Helen holds herself steadfastly and mysteriously aloof.

Rumors fly, but they are only vaguely near the truth. Helen indeed has a secret precluding any attachment and seemingly any peace or happiness. 

She is a worthy Victorian heroine, virtuous and brave, and the reader aches for her happiness – but it seems hopeless.

Near hopeless to Helen, but after a moment of despair…
Then, while I lifted up my soul in speechless, earnest supplication, some heavenly influence seemed to strengthen me within: I breathed more freely; my vision cleared; I saw distinctly the pure moon shining on, and the light clouds skimming the clear dark sky; and then I saw the eternal stars twinkling down upon me; I knew their God was mine, and He was strong to save and swift to hear. “I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee,” seemed whispered from above their myriad orbs. No, no; I felt He would not leave me comfortless: in spite of earth and hell I should have strength for all my trials, and win a glorious rest at last!

I’ve now read all three Brontë sisters: Jane Eyre by Charlotte (loved it); Wuthering Heights by Emily (not so much); and The Tenant of Wildfell Hall which is my favorite of the three. Anne’s lack of acclaim compared to Charlotte and Emily, begs the question: why so? The answer I think, has more to do with publication history than the talent of the author. Today she is afforded greater merit by academics, but still she is not so well known as her sisters. Too bad. I will definitely read more by Anne Brontë

My rating: 4 1/2 of 5 stars



Have you read The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, or Anne Brontë? What did you think? Who is your favorite of the Brontë sisters?

This novel satisfies square N1 in the 2020 Classic Bingo Challenge, and Classic with a Place in the Title category in the Back to the Classics Challenge 2020.

Other excerpts:

To my thinking, a woman’s religion ought not to lessen her devotion to her earthly lord. ~ Helen

“There is another life both for you and for me,” said I. “If it be the will of God that we should sow in tears no, it is only that we may reap in joy hereafter.” ~ Helen

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Wednesday, December 27, 2017

The Charterhouse of Parma by Stendhal (92 down, 8 to go)

(translation by Richard Howard) 


…it seems that nature has not granted me a heart with which to love and be melancholy; I cannot raise myself higher than vulgar pleasures, and so on. ~ Fabrizio del Dongo


The Charterhouse of Parma is a tale of romance, confounded by political intrigue, treachery, and adventure, wherein Stendhal pries into the psyche and soul of the young hero.


The hero, Fabrizio del Dongo, an Italian nobleman who, upon coming of age, runs off to join the cause of Liberté as he almost manages to enter Napoleon’s army. It’s all over before Fabrizio can truly enter the fray, but this adventure begins a lifelong sequence of right-place, wrong-time scenarios, and vice versa.


Fabrizio is intelligent though initially uneducated, honest, charming, and good looking, but in spite of this, I didn’t quite find him worthy of my sympathy, and this is the one weakness in the story for me. Fabrizio is also fickle, occasionally ungrateful, and impetuous bordering on reckless – no, he is outright reckless at times with his own life and with others’.


Nonetheless, it is an exciting tale reminiscent of The Count of Monte Cristo. The prose is affective and accessible, partial credit to the translator. Stendhal was an early practitioner of realism, when most of his contemporaries wrote in the Romantic style. I haven’t seen it labeled thus, but I would also call it a coming of age tale. There are also elements of Fabrizio that seem to be modeled after Stendhal himself, who like Fabrizio served in Napoleon’s army.


My rating: 3 ½ of 5 stars




This rating, just above the median on my scale, means I liked it, but didn’t love it. I intend to read more by this author, probably The Red and the Black. Have you read Stendhal or The Charterhouse of Parma? What did you think?


Excerpts

 

We must confess that, following the example of many serious authors, we have begun our hero’s story a year before his birth. ~ Narrative reference to Tristram Shandy


As after a great storm the air is purer, so Fabrizio’s soul was tranquil, happy and, so to speak, refreshed.


“I was in love with love”, he wrote to the Duchess; “I did everything possible to gain knowledge of it, but it seems that nature has not granted me a heart with which to love and be melancholy; I cannot raise myself higher than vulgar pleasures, and so on.” ~ Fabrizio del Dongo


A lover thinks more often how to reach his mistress than a husband how to protect his wife; a prisoner thinks more often how to escape than a jailer how to lock his cell; thus, whatever the obstacles, lover and prisoner will triumph. 

 

I am inclined to think that the immoral delight Italians experience in taking revenge is a consequence of their power of imagination; people of other countries do not, strictly speaking, forgive; they forget.

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Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (68 down, 32 to go)

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife." ~ Opening line


This is the first time I’ve read Pride and Prejudice and the second work I’ve read by Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice is a third-person narrative, Romantic era novel. It tells the story of the Bennet family, early 19th century England, and particularly of the two eldest daughters, Jane and Elizabeth. 

This novel satisfies category one: A 19th Century Classic, from the Back to the Classics Challenge 2016.

My rating: 4 stars




In short, I loved it.

Mr. Bennet, is an English gentleman whose estate is irrevocably entailed to his nearest surviving male relative. As Mr. Bennet has only daughters, five in all, the estate is to be settled on his nephew, Mr. Collins. But as I said, the story is mostly about Jane and Elizabeth (Lizzy). More precisely, Lizzy is the main character, while Jane, her dearest friend and confidante is only slightly less significant. Lizzy is the favorite of her father, and the least favorite of her mother. Both are fond of Jane. Mr. Bennet believes his three youngest, Catherine (Kitty), Mary and Lydia are simple and silly, much like his wife.

I liked Pride and Prejudice, perhaps a bit more than Emma. Having read two Austen novels, I am now an expert. They go something like this.

Among a crowd of laughable and likeable characters, emerge two people perfectly suited for each other, but maddeningly blind to it themselves. Fate or circumstance, gradually bring the two slowly together, but when they finally overcome their own prejudices, they are prevented from obstacles of rank, duty, convention, or familial responsibility.

Don’t mistake my glib description as criticism. It is not. It is a time-honored motif, employed in many eras, by many great writers, producing many superb tales. It works well, but it requires a writer of some craft. In this instance, Austen approached genius.

None of the Bennet girls have much hope in society other than to marry well. This is not at all hopeless as Jane and Elizabeth at least, are considered great beauties. When Mr. Collins comes to call, already heir to the estate, he clearly intends to improve his position by winning the hand of one of his cousins. He first sets his sights on Jane, but learns that she has an admirer and quickly transfers his interest to Lizzy. If ever there was a terrible match, it would be Mr. Collins and Lizzy. He is pompous and officious, whereas Lizzy is intelligent, witty, discerning and sincere. Mr. Collins cannot conceive that any woman would refuse him, and Lizzy cannot imagine any would have him.

Bit more on Mr. Collins: he never reads novels. Who could like such a man?

Enter Mr. Darcy: extremely wealthy, tall and handsome, aloof and proud. And the time-honored motif is set, but as I’ve implied, Austen does an extraordinary job of confounding what the reader so desperately believes must happen.

Bravo!
His [Mr. Darcy] understanding and temper, though unlike her own [Lizzy], would have answered all her wishes. It was an union that must have been to the advantage of both; by her ease and liveliness his mind might have been softened, his manners improved, and from his judgment, information, and knowledge of the world, she must have received benefit of greater importance.


Film Rendition: I’ve only seen the 1995 A&E mini-series, starring Jennifer Ehle and Colin Firth. I thought it was an excellent portrayal and superbly cast. In the novel, Lizzy is often described as having fine or beautiful eyes and I’m not certain there’s an actress in Hollywood with such beautiful eyes as Jennifer Ehle.

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Monday, November 2, 2015

A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway (62 down 38 to go)

When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve. ~ the Priest
I don’t love. ~ Tenente Frederic Henry


This is the first time I’ve read A Farewell to Arms and the third I’ve read by Hemingway. A Farwell to Arms is a modernist novel, first-person narrative of Lieutenant (Tenente) Frederic Henry, an American serving in the ambulance corps of the Italian Army during WWI.  Of course, it was not known as WWI at the time, but rather the War to End War. The Tenente falls in love with a British nurse, Catherine (Cat) Barkley. So, it’s a war story and a love story – or more precisely, the story of lovers trying to escape war. It’s also very depressing. If you saw the movie The Silver Linings Playbook you already knew that.

My rating: 3 1/2 of 5 stars
 


In spite of it being depressing, I found it quite engaging. A shocking review thus far, no? A war story that is depressing and a Hemingway novel that is engaging. To avoid further spoilers…

Spoiler Alert:  The following contains a minor spoiler.

After some preliminary narrative to develop setting, characters, and the love story, Tenente Henry is badly injured and most of his crew killed by a mortar blast. He is taken to a hospital well away from the fighting and Catherine is transferred to work in the same hospital, thus allowing their love to grow. After major surgery to repair his knee and a long recuperation, Henry is sent back to the front, just in time to take place in a massive Italian retreat. In the chaos, a group of self-imposed Battle Police, “arrest” retreating officers, and summarily execute them for the shame they have brought upon Italy. Even though he is American, Henry is arrested and will likely be executed, but he makes a daring escape. During his flight he decides he is finished with the war – hence the title. He eventually finds Catherine and the two spend several relaxing days as if they haven’t a care in the world. Henry learns that the authorities have discovered his whereabouts, and intend to arrest him. Fortunately, Henry and Catherine were staying on the Italian-Swiss border, so they plan a sudden and daring escape: An all-night rowboat trip across the lake into Switzerland. Oh and by the way, Catherine is several months pregnant. I’ll spare further spoilers and let you read it yourself. It’s worth a read.

I liked this much more than The Sun Also Rises, but not as much as For Whom the Bell Tolls. I only had one complaint. The love dialogue between Catherine and Henry is so cloying as to be unbelievable, such as this exchange, with Catherine speaking first:

Oh, darling, I want you so much I want to be you too. 
 
You are, We’re the same one.

I know it. At night we are.

The nights are grand.

I want us to be all mixed up. I don’t want you to go away. I just said that. You go if you want to. But hurry right back. Why darling, I don’t live at all when I’m not with you.

I won’t ever go away, I said.

I’m not good when you’re not there. I haven’t any life at all.

I want you to have a life. I want you to have a fine life. But we’ll have it together, won’t we?

There was one other complaint I might have had. As a veteran myself, I would have been prepared to dislike this novel, for the soldier deserting his unit and duty, but the arrogance and idiocy of the Battle Police made Tenente Henry’s decision perfectly reasonable.

Hemingway served, and was injured in the Italian ambulance corps, and he did fall in love with a nurse, but that’s about as far as the similarities go. I don’t think it would be accurate to call this autobiographical, or even semi-autobiographical. It was just Hemingway doing what writers are always admonished to do – writing about what he knew.

In the end, like the character in The Silver Linings Playbook, I wondered what was the point? Just a theory, but pointlessness may have been the point. Of all the stupid wars, WWI was one of the stupidest. Frederic and Catherine were caught up, in a war that just sort of got caught up, drawn out, and badly concluded by circumstance. 


Film Rendition: Starring Gary Cooper and Helen Hayes. To be honest, I thought this was awful. Hemingway reportedly hated it as well. Skip the movie, read the book.

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Wednesday, September 2, 2015

The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne (58 down, 42 to go)

Be true! Be true! Be true! Show freely to the world, if not your worst, yet some trait whereby the worst may be inferred!


This is the first time I’ve read The Scarlet Letter or Nathaniel Hawthorne. The novel is subtitled A Romance. I hardly consider it a romance, though it is written in the Romantic, or more precisely Dark Romantic style/period. It is the third person narrative, realist novel of Hester Prynne, a woman guilty of adultery in mid-17th century, Puritan, Boston.

My rating: 4 of 5 stars
 


I did not know what to expect from this novel. I was familiar with the basic premise: a woman forced to publicly bear her shame, but I had no idea of the outcome. For her crime, Hester is forced to wear, on her breast, the scarlet letter A, for adultery. She becomes a symbol of sin and shame and is an outcast to the pious residents of Boston. Hester is admonished to name her guilty partner, but refuses. At her sentencing, Hester is forced to stand exposed to public shame on a scaffold for three hours, along with the infant daughter and proof of her crime, little Pearl. I was captivated immediately by this novel, and found that I pitied and admired Hester.

Pity is easy to understand, as she received none from her townsfolk. It is more difficult to explain why I admired her. Let me be clear: Hester was guilty. This was never in dispute, and I do not mean to excuse her sin. But at her public shame, I could not help but think of another adulteress, who was brought before Christ. The rulers of her time called for execution (there were some of Hester’s time who called for the same) and asked Christ what was to be done. He adjured that whoever was without sin should cast the first stone.

Yes, Hester was guilty – but who is not? I admired her for the peace and grace with which she bore the shame, venom, and hypocrisy. She did not revile her accusers, cringe before them, or justify herself. I cannot find the words to describe her. Hawthorne did and his words filled me with admiration.

If Hester’s sentencing reminded me of the words of Christ, the remainder of her life reminded me of words of Abraham Lincoln: 
I have always found that mercy bears richer fruit than strict justice.

There is much grief and ruin in this tale. I wonder how different it would be had Hester received a measure of mercy.

This is a novel about over-harsh judgment, of human folly, over-zealous veneration of human piety, of legalism, sin, guilt, penance, repentance, hypocrisy and revenge. It is filled with foreshadowing and symbolism.

SPOILER ALERT: The following contains spoilers.

There are only four major characters: Hester; her daughter Pearl; the Reverend Arthur Dimmesdale; and Roger Chillingworth. The reader learns that Dimmesdale is Pearl’s father, and Chillingworth is Hester’s husband, but the townsfolk are ignorant of both facts. They consider Rev. Dimmesdale a monument of piety and virtue. They believe Hester’s husband was lost at sea and have never known him. When he arrives, at the moment of Hester’s sentencing, he remains incognito and later, privately vows Hester to secrecy. She agrees, but refuses to reveal her co-sinner. Chillingworth swears to discover him and make him suffer justice.

The reader and Hester are the only ones who know the full truth. Pearl is capricious and insolent. She has almost a sixth sense that reveals the secret evils and fears hidden in the hearts of others, especially her mother, father, and Chillingworth. To be honest she was a bit unnerving, and rather unbelievable. In the most heartbreaking passage in the book, Hester tells Pearl that the Heavenly Father had sent Pearl to Hester. Pearl responds: 
He did not send me! Cried she, positively. I have no Heavenly Father!

Elsewhere, the narrative says: 
Pearl was a born outcast of the infantile world. An imp of evil, emblem and product of sin, she had no right among christened infants. Nothing was more remarkable than the instinct as it seemed, with which the child comprehended her loneliness: the whole peculiarity, in short, of her position in respect to other children.

One might expect to sympathize with Chillingworth, the wronged and innocent party, but no. Hawthorne is not explicit but it is clear that Chillingworth enticed Hester into a loveless and ill-advised marriage. Chillingworth himself acknowledges this and is not angry with Hester, only with her partner. While Chillingworth might have the right to exact justice, he seeks not justice, but revenge. He seeks it in such a dark and sinister manner that his physical visage is changed and becomes almost demonic. 
In a word, old Roger Chillingworth was a striking evidence of man’s faculty of transforming himself into a devil, if he will only, for a reasonable space of time, undertake a devil’s office.

Neither is Dimmesdale likeable or pitiable. He lives in the adoration of his flock, though this is torture to him. For though they consider him a miracle of holiness, he considers himself utterly a pollution and a lie! He longs to confess and share Hester’s shame, but does not until his death. It was too little – too late, in my opinion. He does have one shining moment. He finally takes the hand of Hester and Pearl in public to announce his guilt; but this is the least he should have done years before. The moment I referred to is when he prays for Chillingworth – his tormentor: 
May God forgive thee! Said the minister. Thou too hast deeply sinned! 

That was indeed Christ-like.
Pearl kissed his lips. A spell was broken. The great scene of grief, in which the wild infant bore a part had developed all her sympathies; and as her tears fell upon her father’s cheek, they were the pledge that she would grow up amid human joy and sorrow, nor forever do battle with the world, but be a woman in it. Towards her mother, too, Pearl’s errand as a messenger of anguish was fulfilled.

Narrative regarding Dimmesdale’s confession and death: 
…in the view of Infinite Purity, we are sinners all alike. It was to teach them, that the holiest amongst us has but attained so far above his fellows as to discern more clearly the Mercy which looks down, and repudiate more utterly the phantom of human merit, which would look aspiringly upward.

But it is only Hester that I liked. In short, she was more Christ-like than any of the fine Christian folk among whom she daily wore her shame. The Holy Scriptures name other sins besides adultery. Many of Hester’s townsfolk might have worn a scarlet P (for pride). It is because of Hester’s character that I enjoyed The Scarlet Letter so much. I suppose there are some who might call it an indictment of Christianity, but I do not. I believe it is an indictment of misguided Christianity. At that point, I still might be inclined to dislike this novel – if there were no Hester standing in sharp relief.

In the first chapter, Hawthorne foreshadows the moral of this story with a wild rose found growing outside Hester’s jailhouse: 
It may serve, let us hope, to symbolize some sweet moral blossom that may be found along the track, or relieve the darkening close of a tale of human frailty and sorrow.

Hester was the rose.

I would compare The Scarlet Letter to Wuthering Heights and The Count of Monte Cristo on the topic of revenge.  On the topic of adultery, I would compare it to Anna Karenina, Madame Bovary, The French Lieutenants Woman, and Jane Eyre.

Other excerpts:

Narrative regarding the townsfolk:

a people among whom religion and law were almost identical…


Narrative regarding Hester:

…the world was only the darker for this woman’s beauty, and the more lost for the infant that she had borne.


Hester
…my child must seek a heavenly father; she shall never know an earthly one!


Narrative regarding Pearl:

Her mother, while Pearl was yet an infant, grew acquainted with a certain peculiar look, that warned her when it would be labour thrown away to insist, persuade or plead.


Narrative regarding Rev Dimmesdale:

Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.


Hester’s words when after seven years she was told the magistrates were considering letting her remove the scarlet letter:

It lies not in the pleasure of the magistrates to take off the badge, calmly replied Hester. Were I worthy to be quit of it, it would fall away of its own nature, or be transformed into something that should speak a different purport.


Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of the heart!


Film Rendition: The 1995 film is awful. I won't name the stars because it wasn't their fault, and I won't name the director or screenwriter, to avoid being sued...but this is perhaps the worst film adaptation of a classic book I've seen. It does say in the opening credits "freely adapted" - that's an understatement. I don't have a problem with a director or writer making changes, even significant changes, if they capture the theme of the book - but this film entirely missed the point. DEFINITELY skip the film; read the book.

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