Sunday, January 31, 2010

Jude the Obscure | Thomas Hardy

It's been more than a month since I finished reading "Jude the Obscure", and I'm a little frightened that I won't do this book justice with my review.  Thomas Hardy, as always, is best reviewed in layers... and there are so many layers it is impossible to do the book proper justice without writing a 20 page disertation.  I've likened Hardy to a master chess player, as noted in previous reviews of "Tess of D'Urbervilles" and "The Mayor of Casterbridge," as he seems to always be thinking a few steps ahead and in the end, all you can do is look at your fallen king with horror and a strange feeling of awe and wonderment at what has transpired.  There are so many themes present, so many jabs at english society and cautions for the future.  As such, "Jude the Obscure" was set in prototypical Hardy style.

The theme of the novel is primarily an assessment of societal constructs, and how these norms influence people in society.  Most critics of this work at the time, felt that the attack on the church (and the sanctity of marriage) was disgraceful.  In addition, "the book caused further strain on Hardy's already difficult marriage because Emma Hardy was concerned that Jude the Obscure would be read as autobiographical" [from Wikipedia].  Hardy never wrote another work of fiction again, after the reception this novel received.  Little did he know that his thoughts would become more accepted over time amongst the majority in english society, and that divorce would become so prevalent in society that more than half of the people in North America have experienced it.

The character development was something you would expect from a Hardy work.  Fringe characters were microcosms for the evil inherent in society and human beings in general, and women were portrayed in the extreme - stereotypically and one-dimensional.  The main protagonist, Jude Fawley was a flawed man with a good heart... and he was a dreamer.  His upbringing, like characters in Dicken's english works, was a difficult and lonely one... Jude being left to his aunt who put him to work and treated him harshly.  As such, Jude never grew up with other children or with an authority figure to steer him in the right direction.  His extremist nature caused him to lose track of his dreams to become a scholar, and he was entrapped into a marriage with the first girl he had feelings for.

After becoming estranged from his conniving wife, Jude falls in love with his cousin Sue who eventually weds out of obligation to Jude's old school teacher.  However, Sue is in love with Jude, and eventually leaves her husband to be with him.  Things go well for a time, and both become divorced from their spouses.  Sue is relectant to wed, and the two live 'in sin', moving from town to town as their welcome is worn out.  They have a few children together and tragedy eventually strikes the couple soon after little "Father Time" arrives, a child from Jude's first marriage. Sue believes that God is punishing her for her sins, and attempts to rectify them at the sake of her happiness.  I will leave Hardy to tell the rest.

The work was typically Hardy in its inevitable tragedy, a point Hardy defends by stating that authors should write what they know, because it produces better literature.  I tend to agree.

Hardy's extensive vocabulary is usually restrictive in the flow of the work.  The two works mentioned above had similar flaws in this regard, but I found no such trouble with the flow in "Jude the Obscure."

It's easy to experience anger at the decisions of both Jude and Sue, the former to abandon his goal to be a scholar and the latter, her constant desire for self-punishment.  Jude's decisions can be chalked up to a naivity about life and a passionate disposition, while Sue seems to enjoy creating her own drama.  Both characters are never fully comfortable in society, either due to society's constructs or due to their own volition. The foreshaddowing of problems with the Fawley's in marriage seems to turn into a self-fulfilling prophecy and we are left to question whether the problems exist due to the flaws in the characters themselves or due to fate.

As a whole, Hardy has done a remarkable job and risked a great deal with this book.  It is one of his best.  This is one of those novels everyone should have on their bookshelves, because something different can be gleaned from each read.  It's a shame that this novel was Hardy's last work, because it was evident that he still had a lot left in the tank to give us.  Like a lot of great authors, he was not appreciated for this work in his own time.  After reading various reviews and participating in an enthralling book club discussion, I'm glad he's appreciated for this work in our time.

Ravelstein | Saul Bellow

The last book I read by Saul Bellow, entitled "Henderson, the Rain King", I remember being a truly inspiring work.  The song by "Counting Crows" entitled "Rain King" was based on the novel, which is what led me to the grace of Saul Bellow's literature.  As such, the two men (the other being Adam Duritz of the Counting Crows) are invariably linked in my mind... and the other day, I rediscovered my favourite band from my youth and as such, I had a yearning to read some Bellow.  I picked up "Henderson, the Rain King to give it another go (in my age, I find myself forgetting most of the plot), but then decided to try something new and consequently opened my only other Bellow work entitled "Ravelstein" which he wrote in 2000 after his professor, Allan Bloom.  The work is listed as fiction, but I would wager that most of the work is non-fiction (biography style); the novel is purposely set-up in a fashion for the reader to question the split, if any.

This novel did not live up to my feelings on "Henderson, the Rain King", though such a feat would be difficult to achieve.  I find that the last work of an author before his death (Bellow died in 2005) usually isn't his/her best work, with the latest exception I have coming in the form of Hardy's "Jude the Obscure."  I digress.

Ravelstein was a book about "Abe Ravelstein" written after his death from HIV by the author "Chick", Ravelstein's teacher and close friend.  After Ravelstein dies, Chick puts off writing the book about Ravelstein and nearly doesn't complete the work... for he has his own bout of health problems.  Are the powers that be keeping Chick alive to fulfill his promise to Ravelstein to write his biography or is Chick avoiding writing the work to give himself something to live for?  Ultimately, the death of Ravelstein forces Chick to come to grips with his own mortality... and this is the underlying theme of the novel.

Ravelstein lives an excessive life - he drinks, smokes, purchases the best things money can buy and is a bit of a snob.  However, he is tremendously loved by his students... and others either love him or hate him... there is very little moderation, paralelling the man's life.  Ravelstein doesn't sugar coat things - he gives his opinions to and of his friends straight-up.  Some of them appreciate the honesty, and some would rather he kept his thoughts to himself.  The point is, Ravelstein is a brash, excessive man, and as the reader learns about his life... he/she has to determine if he/she loves or hates the man... with the typical ups and downs you would experience from an honest telling of a man's life.

By intertwining his own life with that of Ravelstein's, Bellow (assuming the narrator Chick is the author) is able to write an aytpical biography which deals with Chick's morality struggle as opposed to Ravelstein's life in isolation.  This makes the work much more enjoyable, and a unique telling of the man's life which I think Bloom (Ravelstein) would have appreciated.  Ravelstein is described through the nuances of his speech and actions, and not the 'events' of his life... adding a nice literary flair.

The book was an enjoyable one, though a bit high brow at times.  While I believe the biography was a good one, I didn't feel blown away by this Bellow work.  It's honesty was refreshing, but it missed a deep connection with me... something that I was hoping Bellow could replicate from "Henderson, The Rain King."

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"A tragic hero has to be above the average in height." 30

"In the old days there was still a considerable literary community in our country, and medicine and law were still 'the learned professions,' but in an American city today you can no longer count on doctors, lawyers, businessmen, journalists, politicians, television personalities, architects, or commodities traders to discuss Stendhal's novels or Thomas Hardy's poems." 46

"A summary of his argument was that while you could get an excellent technical training in the U.S., liberal education had shrunk to the vanishing point.  We were in thrall to the high tech, which had transformed the modern world.  The older generation saved towards the education of it's children.  The cost of a B.A. had risen to $150,000.  Parents might as well flush these dollars down the toilet, Ravelstein believed.  No real education was possible in American universities except for aeronautical engineers, computerists, and the like.  The universities were excellent in biology and the physical sciences, but the liberal arts were a failure." 47

"Associate with the noblest people you can find; read the best books; live with the mighty; but learn to be happy alone." 161

"German militarism produced the extremest and most horrible nihilism.  For the rank-and-file this led to the bloodiest and craziest kind of revanchist murderous zeal.  Because it was implicit in carrying out orders that all responsibility  went back to the top, the source of all orders.  And everybody was thus absolved." 168

"If only we could bring back the full days we knew as kids.  But we became too familiar with the data of experience, I suggest.  Our way of organizing the data which rush by in gestalt sytle - this is, in increasingly abstract forms - speeds up experiences into a dangerous topsy-turvy fast-forward comedy.  Our need for rapid disposal eliminates the details that bewitch, hold, or delay the children.  Are is one rescue from this chaotic acceleration.  Meter in poetry, tempo in music, form and color in painting.  But we do feel that we are speeding earthward, crashing into our gaves.  'If these were just words,' I said to Rosamund.  'But I feel it every day.  Powerless thinking itself eats up what is left of life...'" 192

"Men were freshly killed and be-headed.  The heads were set aside.  The researcher who recorded all this said they were a currency used in wife-purchase.  That's why headhunters hunt heads." 193

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Book Related Incident

Here's a less than important story, that is really irksome for a book lover.

When reading a hardcover book (most of my books are hardcover), I always take the dust jacket off first so that I don't ruin it when I read.  I generally put the jacket on my book shelf on top of other books, so it doesn't get crushed.  After I do my summary, I put the dust jacket back on the book and return it in it's entirety to my shelf.  When I was reading "A Man Without A Country," I took off the dust jacket as normal, completed my review, and was going to put the cover on... but for whatever reason, I can't find it.

Since I'm so meticulous, the first thing I think is that my girlfriend moved it... though I probably placed it somewhere in haste.  The spirit of Vonnegut is now hiding somewhere in my condo.  So it goes.