Friday, March 30, 2012

Book Review: The Forsyte Saga

I have a bit of a problem when it comes to books: I love to buy them! (I used to have an entire shelf in a book case of books "to be read".) Since I finally got my reading mojo back, I thought I would try to tackle some of the books that have been on the shelf the longest, which also happen to be among the thickest of the books on the shelf. One of the books I had procrastinated on the longest was The Forsyte Saga by John Galsworthy. (I bought the book in 2004. In my own defense, I remember trying to read it back then, but only made it through a couple of chapters before giving it up for something lighter.) So I packed this 878 page epic into my carry-on luggage and brought it with me on vacation. In a funny coincidence, the woman seated next to me on the plane had also brought the book (albeit a different edition) to read on the flight. How random is that!?! She asked me if I was reading the book because of "Downton Abbey"!?! A kindred spirit! A sign from the gods of Masterpiece Theater! We started chatting away, and I told her that I had first heard about this book when the miniseries was on Masterpiece. (Add it to your Netflix queue if you haven't seen it; it is a great program!)

The Forsyte Saga is a commentary about money, class, and morals at the end of the Victorian era/start of the Edwardian era. It focuses on an upper middle class family that has earned its money over the last two generations through varying interests (tea, publishing, property). Two of the branches of the family, the Jolyon Forsytes and the James Forsytes, are the focus of the story, and it is mainly their interactions and conflicts that drive this saga. The plot focuses this family, with its need to expand its Wealth and Holdings (not just for themselves, but for future generations of Forsytes), in the presence of Beauty, which is represented by the character of Irene, the wife of Soames Forsyte: a woman of great beauty, but without money or love for her husband.

The anti-hero of the piece is Soames Forsyte (son of James): solicitor and, what his uncle Jolyon Forsyte dubs, "a man of property." This refers not only his possessions (houses, artwork, club memberships), but his relationships with other characters in the book, especially his expansive family. Soames has confused love with ownership, and his journey throughout the saga is complicated by his rigid unwillingness to appreciate Beauty for what it is, not as something he can own. Soames is a character you love to hate, but by the end of the book, I pitied him.

Soames' opposite is his cousin Jolyon Forsyte, who is my second favorite character in the book (the first being his dad, "Old"/Uncle Jolyon). "Young" Jolyon, an impoverished artist estranged fom the family, is interested in appreciating beauty and loving people, but not possessing either. Jo is able to have an understanding and perspective about the family from the advantage of being removed from them. (However, Jolyon does make his share of mistakes, and, by the end of book, I found myself growing more critical of him, although he is played in the miniseries by the wonderful Rupert Graves, so it isn't like I could really be THAT critical of him. ::winkwink::)

The character of Irene is more elusive in the book than she is in the miniseries. The reader never knows what she is thinking or doing, except as it is related by other characters. (This is especially so in the first part of the saga: "Man of Property".) I found this reinforced the concept of Irene as Beauty: distant, removed, and (somewhat) unattainable. Over the course this of the saga, we grow to learn more about Irene's inner workings, but the mystery of Irene is never completely revealed.

Despite the length of The Forsyte Saga, I found the book to be really a very fast read - an engaging page turner, even for someone who has already seen the miniseries. Even though I had some misgivings about the prose back in 2004, the style really isn't very complicated, and there is a nice balance between description and conversation. (Personally, I prefer books not to be too descriptive.) Like Charles Dickens, Galsworthy includes a lot of well drawn out characters, both major and minor, and there are a number of little subplots that add to the story, which, I will be honest, does get a bit "soap opera", but in a good way.

This book is so incredibly turn of the last century English, with very specific references to life in London: walks down "the Row" (Rotten Row in Hyde Park); handsom cabs to the City; cricket at Lord's; the Tate and the National Galleries. My edition of the book didn't have any footnotes, and I think that I ended up looking up one or two things on Google, but I would recommend that any reader who isn't a regular Masterpiece watcher or reader of late 19th century English literature pick up a copy of the book with footnotes. (The woman from the plane had them in her copy.) Some readers might like to have a map of London to see where all the action takes place. Both editions had family trees; it was essential to me when first starting out as the miniseries cut a lot of the more peripheral characters. Granted, I am on vacation, but I inhaled this book, completing it in a week, and I already have begun reading the sequels to the Saga. I highly recommend The Forsyte Saga, and I know I am not alone in singing its praises- it won John Galsworthy the Nobel prize in literature in 1932.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

"Turn and face the strain"*

Moving OutThe first Friday of this month was my last day in my office of the past 11.5 years, and I moved out of my home of 12.5 years a week later. It was a pretty emotional time, truth be told, and I wasn't sleeping well and coudn't really eat that much either. I thought it would be easier to leave as I wasn't very happy, but there were still a lot of goodbye tears shed that last week. Fortunately, I was able to leave on a fairly "up" note at work. And even though those last two weeks had a frantic feeling to them, I was happy that I had "ripped the Band Aid off" and wasn't drawing things out over an extended period of time. I had really great movers who packed me up and moved me out, leaving me to do a final broom sweep before leaving "home" for the last time. There was something eerie about how empty the place was. The only other time it had ever been that empty was the day that I moved in. (I made sure that I left the unit a lot cleaner than I found it that first day!)

I took this final photo and said goodbye to my condo, thanking it for all the fun times I had there and wishing it luck with its new owners, and walked out the door. Now I am on vacation and trying to find some "inner bliss" before starting the next chapter in my life. So far, so good: I have started sleeping better, eating healthier, and even getting some much needed exercise! (I have also gotten back my ability to stay focused on one thing a time, gotten two books read, and started taking photographs again.)

* lyrics from "Changes" by David Bowie

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Céad Míle Fáilte*

An Irish blessing in honor of St. Patrick's Day:
May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rain fall soft upon your fields, and
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.

And a photo I took at Kylemore Abbey in Co. Galway. I used to have a poster with a similar photo in my guest bedroom. (It was wonderful food for the imagination.)
Kylemore Abbey, Connemara, Co. Galway

*In Irish, this greeting means "a hundred thousand welcomes". (Welcome back to my regular updates!)


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