Far From the Madding Crowd
written by Thomas Hardy
Srgt Frank Troy
Bathsheba Everdene is an independent woman, very beautiful, yet very vain. She attracts a lot of male attention. She is use to be wanted, desired and chased. It disturbs her if a male isn’t falling all over himself to gain her attentions. The story revolves around her and the three men who love her, each in very different ways. One is true, trustworthy and loyal. Another is odd, eccentric, obsessive and a little off his rocker. Another is a player, a bad boy, a user.
By the end of the story… one is dead, one is in jail for the rest of his life and one is married to her.
What struck me most reading this, is the poetic nature of Thomas Hardy’s writing. Below are some of my favourite quotes:
The vast difference between starting a train of events, and directing into a particular groove a series already started, is rarely apparent to the person confounded by the issue. (pg 111)
To Boldwood, women had been remote phenomena rather than necessary complements — comets of such uncertain aspect, movement, and permanence, that whether their orbits were as geometrical, unchangeable, or as absolutely erratic as they superficially appeared, he had not deemed it his duty to consider. (pg 131)
But a resolution to avoid an evil is seldom framed till the evil is so far advanced as to make avoidance impossible. (pg 138)
We learn that it is not the rays which bodies absorb, but those which they reject, that give them the colours they are known by; and in the same way people are specialized by their dislikes and antagonisms, whilst their goodwill is looked upon as no attribute at all. (pg 168)
Half the pleasure of a feeling lies in being able to express it on the spur of the moment. (pg 193)
… the seed which was to lift the foundation had taken root in the chink: the remainder was a mere question of time and natural changes. (pg 195)
And Troy’s deformities lay deep down from a woman’s vision, whilst his embellishments were upon the very surface; thus contrasting with homely Oak, whose defects were patent to the blindest, and whose virtues were as metals in a mine. (pg 213)
This was my first Thomas Hardy read but it will not be my last. Very highly recommended.
My Favourite Character: Farmer Boldwood
My Least Favourite Character: Srgt Frank Troy