No picture with this post, because that would mean I’ve got to get up and look for the camera. Well,… I am on holiday.
Far From The Madding Crowd sits firmly in my list of favourite re-reads. Every time I pick it up, it provokes a different response, which in my universe means it’s a good book.
Initial thoughts, this time around:
Bathsheba. I just think “hysterical”. Come on, woman! You’re running a farm. Stop being a wuss and give Troy a boot up the arse.
Boldwood. My favourite character. Deep, dark and brooding. Complex. And psychotic. Love him.
Troy. A weak man. All mouth and no trousers. By the end of the book, who isn’t willing Boldwood to get that gun down off the wall and blast him to eternity?
Oak. A good man. Suitable counterweight to the other mayhem.
Assorted Wessex yokels. Always think that Hardy was pinching these guys from Shakespearian comedy, but ultimately, likeable folk.
If you’ve never tried Thomas Hardy before, take a look. Personally, I’ve always stuck to the books. I couldn’t get on with the poetry.
But, never say never.
[Note to self. Need to start thinking about doing proper book reviews. Like other people do. That’s going to mean getting the old brain, to think. Oh.]