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3.36 AVERAGE
3.36 AVERAGE
Oh man. I am so sad. I loved the tv movie but I just did not care for this at all. Obviously it's well loved and it's a classic, and it has some lovely funny moments. But overall I didn't enjoy it. I'm going to stick with the movie - it focuses more on Fancy and the romance is done a bit better imo.
slow-paced
Not one of Hardy's finest (really more like a 3.5) though perhaps one of his happiest. Still, there is some wonderful colloquial dialogue) and, perhaps, the shadow of human darkness in the closing lines.
It must have been charming in its day, but it's palled a little since. Innocuous story, a little silly, also interesting in that it touches on some main preoccupations of Hardy's (especially the dithering heart: shall I marry A or do I love B best after all? – all in connection with considerations of social advancement). Strangely drawn out however: there's not much more narrative stuff here than in many of his short stories.
This is one of those books where you start reading and think "any second now, something exciting/dramatic will happen. Any second now..."
Then the pages go on, and you're in the middle, still thinking "any second now, annnyyy second..."
Then it ends. Still waiting.
Then the pages go on, and you're in the middle, still thinking "any second now, annnyyy second..."
Then it ends. Still waiting.
Hates women
Ending is like the graduate
Very beautiful scenes and writing pulls you along
Kind of proto far from the madding crowd
Ending is like the graduate
Very beautiful scenes and writing pulls you along
Kind of proto far from the madding crowd
Whenever I read a Thomas Hardy novel, I’m struck by the filmic quality of it. Mostly written during the 1870s and 1880s, there was no such thing as film, and yet Hardy describes scenes so precisely and directs your gaze so purposefully, that it always feel like I’m watching a movie.
In a previous novel — I believe it was The Woodlanders I remember the way he described how a man looked up at a lit window, where a woman was holding a dress in front of her and looking at herself in the mirror. Something about that scene stuck with me…it was so evocative, so specific, so real, and — yes — so cinematic.
In this novel, Under the Greenwood Tree the movie-quality lies mostly in the way the story develops: it starts with a broad impression of the Mellstock church choir, and then slowly homes in on Dick Dewy, one of the main characters.
The first few chapters are about this church choir, a merry band of rural townsfolk who sing in church on Sundays and go Christmas carolling each year. We meet members of the choir as we’re walking through the woods around Mellstock, and enter the home of tranter Reuben Dewy and his family. There’s sand on the floorboards and hams drying above the fireplace.
Dewy and his companions speak in intense rural dialect, so it takes some extra reading effort, but to me that was worth it: it made the place feel so real, I could almost smell the meat smoking in the living room.
While carolling, Dick Dewy (Reuben’s eldest son) suddenly disappears. The entire church choir retraces their steps to see where they lost him, and they find him gazing up at a house where they’d been carolling earlier…and where Ms. Fancy Day lives.
This is the moment when the story of the choir becomes a subplot and backdrop to the actual story of Dick and Fancy. And this happens so gradually, so naturally, that it really feels like a camera slowly zooming in on one face in the crowd. It’s wonderful.
With the start of Dick and Fancy’s narrative, the story really takes off.
I have to say that this one was not as complex and layered as other works of his. However, I believe this was only his second novel ever published, which makes it feel like a study for some of his later narratives (notably my favorite, The Woodlanders).
It was a quick read, but so perfect in its simplicity. To me, Hardy always strikes me as one of the masters of knowing what to emphasize, and what to leave out. His prose is so precise, his characters so life-like.
Fancy, for example, is lovely and beautiful, but far from perfect. And yet, you love her anyway. She’s a person; a full human being. I think that’s one of the reasons his works have become classics.
This was the perfect book at the perfect time. During a very hectic period, this novel provided escape and relaxation. It almost makes me want to get rid of my phone altogether, and live as slowly as Dick and Fancy do: sewing a dress for half a day, or spending hours mending and oiling a wagon, and then another few hours driving 10 miles.
Quiet, peaceful, simple.
I’ll be reading many more of Hardy’s books, still.
In a previous novel — I believe it was The Woodlanders I remember the way he described how a man looked up at a lit window, where a woman was holding a dress in front of her and looking at herself in the mirror. Something about that scene stuck with me…it was so evocative, so specific, so real, and — yes — so cinematic.
In this novel, Under the Greenwood Tree the movie-quality lies mostly in the way the story develops: it starts with a broad impression of the Mellstock church choir, and then slowly homes in on Dick Dewy, one of the main characters.
The first few chapters are about this church choir, a merry band of rural townsfolk who sing in church on Sundays and go Christmas carolling each year. We meet members of the choir as we’re walking through the woods around Mellstock, and enter the home of tranter Reuben Dewy and his family. There’s sand on the floorboards and hams drying above the fireplace.
Dewy and his companions speak in intense rural dialect, so it takes some extra reading effort, but to me that was worth it: it made the place feel so real, I could almost smell the meat smoking in the living room.
While carolling, Dick Dewy (Reuben’s eldest son) suddenly disappears. The entire church choir retraces their steps to see where they lost him, and they find him gazing up at a house where they’d been carolling earlier…and where Ms. Fancy Day lives.
This is the moment when the story of the choir becomes a subplot and backdrop to the actual story of Dick and Fancy. And this happens so gradually, so naturally, that it really feels like a camera slowly zooming in on one face in the crowd. It’s wonderful.
With the start of Dick and Fancy’s narrative, the story really takes off.
I have to say that this one was not as complex and layered as other works of his. However, I believe this was only his second novel ever published, which makes it feel like a study for some of his later narratives (notably my favorite, The Woodlanders).
It was a quick read, but so perfect in its simplicity. To me, Hardy always strikes me as one of the masters of knowing what to emphasize, and what to leave out. His prose is so precise, his characters so life-like.
Fancy, for example, is lovely and beautiful, but far from perfect. And yet, you love her anyway. She’s a person; a full human being. I think that’s one of the reasons his works have become classics.
This was the perfect book at the perfect time. During a very hectic period, this novel provided escape and relaxation. It almost makes me want to get rid of my phone altogether, and live as slowly as Dick and Fancy do: sewing a dress for half a day, or spending hours mending and oiling a wagon, and then another few hours driving 10 miles.
Quiet, peaceful, simple.
I’ll be reading many more of Hardy’s books, still.
This was my first Hardy thanks to a GR group read. If I knew nothing about Hardy, I'm not sure I'd read more of him, but I think this was an unusually light and upbeat novel given what I do know of him. Words that came to mind while reading this: quaint, pleasant, wholesome (a British Little House on the Prairie meets The Beverly Hillbillies). Normally, I'd potentially use such words pejoratively when discussing a book, but it might be better to say I found this: mildly amusing. Hardy slips in some rather comical exchanges and goes heavy on the female stereotypes.
Fancy Day lives up to her name and Dick does not.
But let's just treat this as the marriage/relationship advice book it is...
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HARDY'S TOP TIPS ON LOVE & THE FAIRER SEX
- Ladies, don't sing louder than the fellows in church (it's rude and disharmonious; also, they might start thinking of you as worse than a clarinet)
- "Everybody must be managed. Queens must be managed: kings must be managed; for men want managing almost as much as women, and that’s saying a good deal."
- " …wives be such a provoking class o’ society, because though they be never right, they be never more than half wrong."
- "Ay, good; she’s good enough. When you’ve made up your mind to marry, take the first respectable body that comes to hand—she’s as good as any other; they be all alike in the groundwork; ’tis only in the flourishes there’s a difference."
[Note: "Nice groundwork!" is not a catcall that has proven successful after rigorous testing, but much fatherly advice has yet to progress with the times...]
- "Now ... this is how a maid is. She’ll swear she’s dying for thee, and she is dying for thee, and she will die for thee; but she’ll fling a look over t’other shoulder at another young feller, though never leaving off dying for thee just the same."
[2024 update: Check your partner's phone frequently, especially their texts and social media.]
- Fashion advice/feedback between a couple is--and always has been--a minefield:
“What’s the objection to the hat? Does it make me look old?”
“O no; the hat is well enough; but it makes you look rather too—you won’t mind me saying it, dear?”
“Not at all, for I shall wear the bonnet.”
“—Rather too coquettish and flirty for an engaged young woman.”
She reflected a minute. “Yes; yes. Still, after all, the hat would do best; hats are best, you see. Yes, I must wear the hat, dear Dicky, because I ought to wear a hat, you know.”
Go forth and multiply!
Fancy Day lives up to her name and Dick does not.
But let's just treat this as the marriage/relationship advice book it is...
----------------------------------------
HARDY'S TOP TIPS ON LOVE & THE FAIRER SEX
- Ladies, don't sing louder than the fellows in church (it's rude and disharmonious; also, they might start thinking of you as worse than a clarinet)
- "Everybody must be managed. Queens must be managed: kings must be managed; for men want managing almost as much as women, and that’s saying a good deal."
- " …wives be such a provoking class o’ society, because though they be never right, they be never more than half wrong."
- "Ay, good; she’s good enough. When you’ve made up your mind to marry, take the first respectable body that comes to hand—she’s as good as any other; they be all alike in the groundwork; ’tis only in the flourishes there’s a difference."
[Note: "Nice groundwork!" is not a catcall that has proven successful after rigorous testing, but much fatherly advice has yet to progress with the times...]
- "Now ... this is how a maid is. She’ll swear she’s dying for thee, and she is dying for thee, and she will die for thee; but she’ll fling a look over t’other shoulder at another young feller, though never leaving off dying for thee just the same."
[2024 update: Check your partner's phone frequently, especially their texts and social media.]
- Fashion advice/feedback between a couple is--and always has been--a minefield:
“What’s the objection to the hat? Does it make me look old?”
“O no; the hat is well enough; but it makes you look rather too—you won’t mind me saying it, dear?”
“Not at all, for I shall wear the bonnet.”
“—Rather too coquettish and flirty for an engaged young woman.”
She reflected a minute. “Yes; yes. Still, after all, the hat would do best; hats are best, you see. Yes, I must wear the hat, dear Dicky, because I ought to wear a hat, you know.”
Go forth and multiply!