tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post2198504974968692815..comments2024-03-29T10:02:55.374+00:00Comments on Nigeness: Modern TessNigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314891387515045404noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post-87464510149195731172012-08-13T14:54:15.014+01:002012-08-13T14:54:15.014+01:00Are any of Hardy's books not flawed? I've ...Are any of Hardy's books not flawed? I've certainly yet to enjoy a single one of them properly due to the mangled plottingwormhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02802335627720182532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post-52905233472450570152012-08-10T21:32:39.685+01:002012-08-10T21:32:39.685+01:00If 'Grey' encourages the reading of Hardy&...If 'Grey' encourages the reading of Hardy's Tess great, one of the aforementioned is nowhere near the status of masterpiece yet alone flawed. <br /><br />I would also humbly suggest that the revival of interest in Sir T.B. in the 21st century is due to W.G. Sebald's 'Rings of Saturn' and myself in the past 16 years !<br /><br />It often seems as if there's a much greater interest in Dr.Browne in America ( best scholars of Browne in 20th c. USA's J.S.Finch, Huntley, Endicott also tract 12 makes some interesting predictions on the nation) than in Norwich, the city where he lived the greater part of his life.Kevin Faulknerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15482886706239506749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post-77429090060001888522012-08-10T20:21:57.368+01:002012-08-10T20:21:57.368+01:00Deeply Flawed Masterpiece it certainly is. Two par...Deeply Flawed Masterpiece it certainly is. Two particularly crass lines spring to mind. One occurs when, on their wedding night, Tess tells Angel the awful truth: 'My God! how can forgiveness meet such a grotesque prestidigitation as that.' It's just the sort of phrase that pops out in moments of great anguish, I find. The other is during their flight with the police in hot pursuit: 'They had proceeded thus gropingly for two or three miles further when on a sudden Clare became conscious of some vast erection close in his front.' The erection in quesion is, of course, Stonehenge. On the other hand, the novel contains the sexiest bit of writing in Victorian fiction. Go to Chapter XIX and read the two paragraphs starting 'Tess had heard those notes...' Talk about the sap rising!Ingoldsbynoreply@blogger.com