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melann86's review against another edition
5.0
This book was an absolute delight .. I could scarcely keep myself away from it, but lo, there are responsibilities one must attend to!
P.s. Trollope is hilarious. Heart and laughter .. my fave things
P.s. Trollope is hilarious. Heart and laughter .. my fave things
diane500's review against another edition
reflective
relaxing
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
5.0
duffypratt's review against another edition
funny
lighthearted
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
3.75
In several Trollope books, we have heroines who have given their hearts to some man, and who steadfastly remain true to him, despite the opposition of their family. Here, the good girl will always adhere to the family's insistence that she shut herself away and not communicate with her lover, but at the same time resolve that she is, in her heart, already married and thus not free to give in to her family's demands that she give him up.
This book essentially flips that down. It is the man, here Frank Gresham, who rebels against his family's wishes and needs. His father, the foremost commoner of Greshamberry, has squandered his estate by running for Parliament and by keeping the pack of hounds for the hunt. To preserve the estate, according to his wife, it is absolutely essential that Frank marry money. Working for a living is, of course, unthinkable and absolutely beneath the dignity of a Gresham.
Frank has other ideas, and unlike most Trollope heroes, he is a fairly strong character. He has fallen in love with Mary Thorne, the niece of the local doctor. Unfortunately, she is of unknown birth and penniless. Otherwise, she is perfectly ladylike, and like so many of Trollope's women, she is absolutely good, but for reasons that don't seem readily apparent.
The resolution of all these problems comes through the revelation of the "mystery" of Mary's birth, and the execution of a will. In most other novelists hands, these twists would be shrouded in mystery throughout the book, with shocking revelations toward the end. I'm thinking of you, Dickens.
Trollope will not involve himself in that kind of mystery or surprise. Instead, it's abundantly clear from about 1/4 of the way through the novel how everything will ultimately resolve. And that is a lot of the book's charm. Since we know how things will turn out, we can enjoy the portrayal of the characters, their strengths, weaknesses, hypocrisies, etc...
And that's good as far as it goes, but the characters in this book are less interesting than in some other Trollope books. The best of them is Miss Dunstable, the heiress that the family targets as Frank's future bride. But her appearance is all too short. The portrayal of Mr. Satcherd, a working class man who has become a railroad tycoon, is also excellent. And the portrait of Dr. Thorne himself is quite touching. That said, the main players, Frank and Mary, are uninteresting because they are just too good. And their immediate circle are not that much deeper than stock characters.
Still, even middling Trollope is better than most books, and I found this a pleasure to read again, even if its not as good as Barchester Towers.
This book essentially flips that down. It is the man, here Frank Gresham, who rebels against his family's wishes and needs. His father, the foremost commoner of Greshamberry, has squandered his estate by running for Parliament and by keeping the pack of hounds for the hunt. To preserve the estate, according to his wife, it is absolutely essential that Frank marry money. Working for a living is, of course, unthinkable and absolutely beneath the dignity of a Gresham.
Frank has other ideas, and unlike most Trollope heroes, he is a fairly strong character. He has fallen in love with Mary Thorne, the niece of the local doctor. Unfortunately, she is of unknown birth and penniless. Otherwise, she is perfectly ladylike, and like so many of Trollope's women, she is absolutely good, but for reasons that don't seem readily apparent.
The resolution of all these problems comes through the revelation of the "mystery" of Mary's birth, and the execution of a will. In most other novelists hands, these twists would be shrouded in mystery throughout the book, with shocking revelations toward the end. I'm thinking of you, Dickens.
Trollope will not involve himself in that kind of mystery or surprise. Instead, it's abundantly clear from about 1/4 of the way through the novel how everything will ultimately resolve. And that is a lot of the book's charm. Since we know how things will turn out, we can enjoy the portrayal of the characters, their strengths, weaknesses, hypocrisies, etc...
And that's good as far as it goes, but the characters in this book are less interesting than in some other Trollope books. The best of them is Miss Dunstable, the heiress that the family targets as Frank's future bride. But her appearance is all too short. The portrayal of Mr. Satcherd, a working class man who has become a railroad tycoon, is also excellent. And the portrait of Dr. Thorne himself is quite touching. That said, the main players, Frank and Mary, are uninteresting because they are just too good. And their immediate circle are not that much deeper than stock characters.
Still, even middling Trollope is better than most books, and I found this a pleasure to read again, even if its not as good as Barchester Towers.
fannri's review against another edition
lighthearted
relaxing
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? N/A
4.0
julia_may's review against another edition
3.0
What is a classic but a book written back in the days before editors were a standard feature of the publishing process and sexism ran unchecked? This book was a bit of a journey for me, but not in an altogether pleasant or expected way. I'd seen and liked the TV show, plus Trollope is known for being entertaining and not soul-crushingly depressing like a lot of Victorians and apparently also had a reputation for writing women in a progressive manner, for his time. I was therefore expecting to like it and have fun. That's not exactly what happened.
As entertaining as this book is (which is mildly), if I hadn't seen the TV show first and known where this was all heading and how the characters were connected, I probably would've DNFed this at about the halfway mark. There's a lot of waffle here. Anthony, dear, were you getting paid by the word count, like Dickens? Or did you just get sick of Frank like I did and hand in your first draft?
The TV show is a 90% accurate re-telling of the book, and the other 10% is not worth bothering about. If, like me, you've seen and liked the show and think that you will get an enhanced experience from reading the book, I am here to tell you that... by all means, give it a shot, but I very much doubt it. I certainly didn't. The show script writers did a brilliant job of removing filler and revising cringeworthy outdated elements.
Also, don't head here for the romance - it is lukewarm at best, which is no surprise given that Frank Gresham is an absolute muppet and Mary Thorne's middle name is probably Sue. And they barely see each other for most of the book because Frank's mother Lady Arabella is a witch with a capital B. Maybe it was misguided of me to expect a middle aged civil servant to write a semi-decent romantic story.
The fabulous Miss Dunstable would more than make up for Gutless Wonder Boy Frank if only we'd see more of her. Miss Dunstable has 200,000 pounds and zero fucks to give about all the society ladies who throw their worthless unmarried sons her way (*cough*Frank*cough*). Even Lady Arabella, an obnoxious cow that she is, is at least entertaining. And OK, I feel a bit sorry for her. Imagine marrying someone (by arrangement, no less - not out of wild passionate love!) who you thought was ambitious and going places, only to find that he is a nincompoop who's wasted away the fortune and mortgaged everything you own and he won't even tell you the true state of your family finances. Oh, he'll talk about it to the neighbourly doctor who's not even a businessperson or a family member, but he won't tell you shit, and you can't even really do anything about it. There's no Avon to sell in Victorian England, nor sex toy parties to hold at Greshamsbury Park (though lord knows, a few of them would've benefited... the crusty Lady de Courcy in particular. Her marriage obviously had serious problems. As my Russian literature teacher used to say when she'd hand back essays that had received below average marks - "Problems. Big, BIG problems.")
I am well aware of the issues regarding women's rights or lack thereof in Victorian times, and I was braced for it, but the sexism of the ending took me by surprise and I hated the last two chapters. It's hard to spoil a classic, but just in case - SPOILERS AHEAD.
So, Mary (Sue) Thorne unexpectedly (for her) inherits vast, vast, wealth. We are told that it's more than what Miss Dunstable has, and she has the equivalent of 25m pounds in today's money, so Mary inherited close to 35 million USD, by my reckoning - at least! The person who is the legal guardian of the freshly-deceased and also the executor of the will, the person who has the obligation to inform Mary of this - HER FUCKING UNCLE WHO LOVES HER - he DOES NOT tell her this as soon he's had it confirmed by lawyers, oh no. He makes her wait to the following day when all she knows is that her muppet fiancé Frank and his financially-challenged father Frank Senior are coming over for an important discussion. Then this apparently well intentioned uncle, Dr Thorne, makes Mary wait in a separate room while he tells Mary's fiancé and her future father-in-law that - surprise! - she is now an heiress. Then he suggests that Frank the fiancé breaks the good news to Mary. What an ass. At least Frank has the decency to refuse and makes Dr Thorne do it.
Here's the message I got from this - a woman's fortune is only important in so far as it gets her a husband, and her future husband has more of a right to know about her finances and than she does. The future husband's interests take priority over the woman's own right to know about her own legal rights and resources. Yeah, yeah, Victorian times, Olden Days, blah blah. I know. I am still angry though because we are told ad nauseum how much Dr Thorne loves his niece and would do anything for her, anything to ensure that she has a good future. And then he pretty much goes and denies agency to Mary. This shit was handled better in the TV show.
So here's the ending I would've preferred. Mary realises that Frank is a worthless muppet with no skills, no talents, no personality to speak of (growing a beard is not a personality trait), no interests outside of hunting and buying horses, no ambitions, no particular signs of humour or intelligence... Mary dumps him and joins forces with the formidable Miss Dunstable, and they live together somewhere in the Mediterranean (lesbian love optional but I'm all for it - let them have all the hot lesbian sex they desire, they surely deserve it after dealing with the likes of Frank), travelling the world together and putting their humongous fortunes to good philanthropic and entrepreneurial use, instead for propping up the decimated fortunes of the pointless Greshams, de Courcys et al.
Which brings me to my final point. This book made me question whether I should be reading the classics. Remove the snobbery aspect and classics are just books written a long time ago, by long-dead people who used different stylistic and language choices to the modern norm, did not use editors, and reflected the opinions of their time. I don't know that I want to have to brace myself for inevitable racism, sexism, ableism and all the other discriminatory isms in every classic book I pick up. I read for enjoyment and I have never had strong positive emotions about a classic. The characters I want to read about are either missing in those books or are frustratingly minor. I've even googled "why we should read classics" and there are some compelling reasons, but I think it will be a while until I touch this "genre" again.
As entertaining as this book is (which is mildly), if I hadn't seen the TV show first and known where this was all heading and how the characters were connected, I probably would've DNFed this at about the halfway mark. There's a lot of waffle here. Anthony, dear, were you getting paid by the word count, like Dickens? Or did you just get sick of Frank like I did and hand in your first draft?
The TV show is a 90% accurate re-telling of the book, and the other 10% is not worth bothering about. If, like me, you've seen and liked the show and think that you will get an enhanced experience from reading the book, I am here to tell you that... by all means, give it a shot, but I very much doubt it. I certainly didn't. The show script writers did a brilliant job of removing filler and revising cringeworthy outdated elements.
Also, don't head here for the romance - it is lukewarm at best, which is no surprise given that Frank Gresham is an absolute muppet and Mary Thorne's middle name is probably Sue. And they barely see each other for most of the book because Frank's mother Lady Arabella is a witch with a capital B. Maybe it was misguided of me to expect a middle aged civil servant to write a semi-decent romantic story.
The fabulous Miss Dunstable would more than make up for Gutless Wonder Boy Frank if only we'd see more of her. Miss Dunstable has 200,000 pounds and zero fucks to give about all the society ladies who throw their worthless unmarried sons her way (*cough*Frank*cough*). Even Lady Arabella, an obnoxious cow that she is, is at least entertaining. And OK, I feel a bit sorry for her. Imagine marrying someone (by arrangement, no less - not out of wild passionate love!) who you thought was ambitious and going places, only to find that he is a nincompoop who's wasted away the fortune and mortgaged everything you own and he won't even tell you the true state of your family finances. Oh, he'll talk about it to the neighbourly doctor who's not even a businessperson or a family member, but he won't tell you shit, and you can't even really do anything about it. There's no Avon to sell in Victorian England, nor sex toy parties to hold at Greshamsbury Park (though lord knows, a few of them would've benefited... the crusty Lady de Courcy in particular. Her marriage obviously had serious problems. As my Russian literature teacher used to say when she'd hand back essays that had received below average marks - "Problems. Big, BIG problems.")
I am well aware of the issues regarding women's rights or lack thereof in Victorian times, and I was braced for it, but the sexism of the ending took me by surprise and I hated the last two chapters. It's hard to spoil a classic, but just in case - SPOILERS AHEAD.
So, Mary (Sue) Thorne unexpectedly (for her) inherits vast, vast, wealth. We are told that it's more than what Miss Dunstable has, and she has the equivalent of 25m pounds in today's money, so Mary inherited close to 35 million USD, by my reckoning - at least! The person who is the legal guardian of the freshly-deceased and also the executor of the will, the person who has the obligation to inform Mary of this - HER FUCKING UNCLE WHO LOVES HER - he DOES NOT tell her this as soon he's had it confirmed by lawyers, oh no. He makes her wait to the following day when all she knows is that her muppet fiancé Frank and his financially-challenged father Frank Senior are coming over for an important discussion. Then this apparently well intentioned uncle, Dr Thorne, makes Mary wait in a separate room while he tells Mary's fiancé and her future father-in-law that - surprise! - she is now an heiress. Then he suggests that Frank the fiancé breaks the good news to Mary. What an ass. At least Frank has the decency to refuse and makes Dr Thorne do it.
Here's the message I got from this - a woman's fortune is only important in so far as it gets her a husband, and her future husband has more of a right to know about her finances and than she does. The future husband's interests take priority over the woman's own right to know about her own legal rights and resources. Yeah, yeah, Victorian times, Olden Days, blah blah. I know. I am still angry though because we are told ad nauseum how much Dr Thorne loves his niece and would do anything for her, anything to ensure that she has a good future. And then he pretty much goes and denies agency to Mary. This shit was handled better in the TV show.
So here's the ending I would've preferred. Mary realises that Frank is a worthless muppet with no skills, no talents, no personality to speak of (growing a beard is not a personality trait), no interests outside of hunting and buying horses, no ambitions, no particular signs of humour or intelligence... Mary dumps him and joins forces with the formidable Miss Dunstable, and they live together somewhere in the Mediterranean (lesbian love optional but I'm all for it - let them have all the hot lesbian sex they desire, they surely deserve it after dealing with the likes of Frank), travelling the world together and putting their humongous fortunes to good philanthropic and entrepreneurial use, instead for propping up the decimated fortunes of the pointless Greshams, de Courcys et al.
Which brings me to my final point. This book made me question whether I should be reading the classics. Remove the snobbery aspect and classics are just books written a long time ago, by long-dead people who used different stylistic and language choices to the modern norm, did not use editors, and reflected the opinions of their time. I don't know that I want to have to brace myself for inevitable racism, sexism, ableism and all the other discriminatory isms in every classic book I pick up. I read for enjoyment and I have never had strong positive emotions about a classic. The characters I want to read about are either missing in those books or are frustratingly minor. I've even googled "why we should read classics" and there are some compelling reasons, but I think it will be a while until I touch this "genre" again.
conifrancese's review against another edition
challenging
emotional
funny
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
3.5
kidvendeta's review against another edition
emotional
informative
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.0
majkia's review against another edition
5.0
As usual, Trollope is hilarious in how he pokes fun at everyone, Whig or Tory, rich or poor, silly or wise.
bookpossum's review against another edition
2.0
I never thought I would give Trollope only two stars. After the glories of "Barchester Towers", this third novel of the Barchester Chronicles was a great disappointment.
The plot was so thin that it could all have been dealt with in 200 pages, but no, we went into every conversation and thought about the need for Frank to marry money for 800 wearying pages. I liked the character of Dr Thorne, who was a good and honourable man but human enough to become angry and impatient with the more impossible characters in the story.
Frank was all right if a bit indecisive. Mary, his love interest, was sweet and pretty and nothing much else - almost a Dickensian heroine.
Really, it isn't worth the effort. I do hope things pick up in the next part of the Chronicles, but I won't be checking it for a while yet.
The plot was so thin that it could all have been dealt with in 200 pages, but no, we went into every conversation and thought about the need for Frank to marry money for 800 wearying pages. I liked the character of Dr Thorne, who was a good and honourable man but human enough to become angry and impatient with the more impossible characters in the story.
Frank was all right if a bit indecisive. Mary, his love interest, was sweet and pretty and nothing much else - almost a Dickensian heroine.
Really, it isn't worth the effort. I do hope things pick up in the next part of the Chronicles, but I won't be checking it for a while yet.
pila's review against another edition
4.0
Voto: 3.5
Il terzo volume delle Chronicles of Barsetshire tratta essenzialmente di questioni danarose. L'autore ad inizio lettura ci avvisa che i protagonisti della storia potrebbero essere addirittura tre: il Dottor Thorne infatti vive con la nipote Mary la quale grazie all'amicizia che lega lo zio al possidente di Grashamsbury, il signor Gresham, cresce con i figli di lui godendo di ottima educazione e compagnie; ma tra le figlie del possidente vi è anche colui che sarà l'erede della tenuta, Frank Gresham, che sarà obbligato a fare un matrimonio di convenienza a causa dei debiti della famiglia ma che l'amore crescente per Mary si metterà in mezzo.
La storia si delinea attraverso le vicende parallele di tre famiglie: quella dei Grasham appunto, con a capostipite il possidente, un uomo buono e generoso ma dal carattere debole che sottostà al volere della moglie, lady Arabella, la donna che incarna l'ipocrisia del tempo, le figlie Augusta, che in nome dell'importanza sanguigna rinuncia all'amore, e Beatrice, grande amica di Mary e per finire Frank, l'erede e possibile protagonista del romanzo che purtroppo però non è entrato nelle mie simpatie; nonostante la costanza dei suoi sentimenti, gioca un po' a fare il donnaiolo appena ne ha la possibilità, almeno fino all'incontro con la signorina Dunstable che lo aiuterà nel suo percorso a raggiungere la maturità.
La seconda famiglia ovviamente è quella composta dal dottore e da Mary: il dottor Thorne è forse il personaggio principale che più ho apprezzato anche se sempre con qualche riserva, è quanto di più ligio ci possa essere, ama la propria professione ed è onesto e sincero, un ottimo amico per tutti quelli che hanno la fortuna di incontrarlo e il suo amore per la nipote è infinito, anche se spesso esternato con parole leggermente ambigue; Mary invece è la tipica eroina trollopiana, non particolarmente bella si fa notare per il suo carattere peperino, sempre con la risposta pronta, indipendente e leale, onesta e razionale nonostante i forti sentimenti che la legano a Frank.
La terza famiglia ad essere inclusa in questa storia è quella degli Scatcherd: padre, madre e successivamente figlio; Sir Roger, il capostipite, è tutto l'opposto del dottore, un uomo che, con un passato difficile alla spalle, ha fatto carriera completamente da sé, guadagnando una fortuna nel ramo ferroviario; vive in una bella casa, con una moglie non particolarmente intelligente ma buona, nonostante ciò ha modi bruschi e arroganti, non scordando la passione per la bottiglia che lo porterà alla rovina; alla di lui dipartita entra in scena il giovane figlio che sembra proprio essere l'esatta controfigura del padre. Questa famiglia sarà centrale nella vicenda di Mary, il cui passato è misterioso e strettamente legato a Sir Roger, e fondamentale per la risoluzione finale.
Trollope è una maestro nella caratterizzazione dei personaggi, in mezzo ai già citati voglio ricordare meglio la signorina Dunstable, forse il personaggio che più ho apprezzato, una non più giovanissima signorina da sposare che è preda delle mire di lady Arabella e della famiglia De Courcy, visto il patrimonio ingente che il padre le ha lasciato, è una donna intelligente e indipendente che non casca nelle misera trappola a cui lo stesso Frank è spinto, anzi tra di loro si creerà un vero e duraturo rapporto di fiducia e amicizia; personalmente indimenticabile è anche il signor Moffat, un povero pretendente e aspirante parlamentare, degno di tutta l'ironia e di tutto il sarcasmo che l'autore gli concede.
Tra gran bei personaggi e mediocri macchiette, la rappresentazione sociale di Trollope è magnifica: ricca di ipocrisia e snobismo attraverso i De Courcy e lady Arabella ma al contempo ricca di onestà e sensibilità attraverso i due Thorne; da ricordare anche le enormi tenute sontuose che fanno da cornice all'intero romanzo e che spesso sono protagoniste delle vicende più importanti dell'intreccio.
Il romanzo non è tra i miei preferiti della serie ma Trollope è sempre lui con pregi e difetti.
Il terzo volume delle Chronicles of Barsetshire tratta essenzialmente di questioni danarose. L'autore ad inizio lettura ci avvisa che i protagonisti della storia potrebbero essere addirittura tre: il Dottor Thorne infatti vive con la nipote Mary la quale grazie all'amicizia che lega lo zio al possidente di Grashamsbury, il signor Gresham, cresce con i figli di lui godendo di ottima educazione e compagnie; ma tra le figlie del possidente vi è anche colui che sarà l'erede della tenuta, Frank Gresham, che sarà obbligato a fare un matrimonio di convenienza a causa dei debiti della famiglia ma che l'amore crescente per Mary si metterà in mezzo.
La storia si delinea attraverso le vicende parallele di tre famiglie: quella dei Grasham appunto, con a capostipite il possidente, un uomo buono e generoso ma dal carattere debole che sottostà al volere della moglie, lady Arabella, la donna che incarna l'ipocrisia del tempo, le figlie Augusta, che in nome dell'importanza sanguigna rinuncia all'amore, e Beatrice, grande amica di Mary e per finire Frank, l'erede e possibile protagonista del romanzo che purtroppo però non è entrato nelle mie simpatie; nonostante la costanza dei suoi sentimenti, gioca un po' a fare il donnaiolo appena ne ha la possibilità, almeno fino all'incontro con la signorina Dunstable che lo aiuterà nel suo percorso a raggiungere la maturità.
La seconda famiglia ovviamente è quella composta dal dottore e da Mary: il dottor Thorne è forse il personaggio principale che più ho apprezzato anche se sempre con qualche riserva, è quanto di più ligio ci possa essere, ama la propria professione ed è onesto e sincero, un ottimo amico per tutti quelli che hanno la fortuna di incontrarlo e il suo amore per la nipote è infinito, anche se spesso esternato con parole leggermente ambigue; Mary invece è la tipica eroina trollopiana, non particolarmente bella si fa notare per il suo carattere peperino, sempre con la risposta pronta, indipendente e leale, onesta e razionale nonostante i forti sentimenti che la legano a Frank.
La terza famiglia ad essere inclusa in questa storia è quella degli Scatcherd: padre, madre e successivamente figlio; Sir Roger, il capostipite, è tutto l'opposto del dottore, un uomo che, con un passato difficile alla spalle, ha fatto carriera completamente da sé, guadagnando una fortuna nel ramo ferroviario; vive in una bella casa, con una moglie non particolarmente intelligente ma buona, nonostante ciò ha modi bruschi e arroganti, non scordando la passione per la bottiglia che lo porterà alla rovina; alla di lui dipartita entra in scena il giovane figlio che sembra proprio essere l'esatta controfigura del padre. Questa famiglia sarà centrale nella vicenda di Mary, il cui passato è misterioso e strettamente legato a Sir Roger, e fondamentale per la risoluzione finale.
Trollope è una maestro nella caratterizzazione dei personaggi, in mezzo ai già citati voglio ricordare meglio la signorina Dunstable, forse il personaggio che più ho apprezzato, una non più giovanissima signorina da sposare che è preda delle mire di lady Arabella e della famiglia De Courcy, visto il patrimonio ingente che il padre le ha lasciato, è una donna intelligente e indipendente che non casca nelle misera trappola a cui lo stesso Frank è spinto, anzi tra di loro si creerà un vero e duraturo rapporto di fiducia e amicizia; personalmente indimenticabile è anche il signor Moffat, un povero pretendente e aspirante parlamentare, degno di tutta l'ironia e di tutto il sarcasmo che l'autore gli concede.
Tra gran bei personaggi e mediocri macchiette, la rappresentazione sociale di Trollope è magnifica: ricca di ipocrisia e snobismo attraverso i De Courcy e lady Arabella ma al contempo ricca di onestà e sensibilità attraverso i due Thorne; da ricordare anche le enormi tenute sontuose che fanno da cornice all'intero romanzo e che spesso sono protagoniste delle vicende più importanti dell'intreccio.
Il romanzo non è tra i miei preferiti della serie ma Trollope è sempre lui con pregi e difetti.