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Mayor of Casterbridge group read
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Oct 02, 2022 02:19AM

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The opening chapter is both shocking and sad. I am going to have a go at making furmity (minus the rum!) I have a recipe somewhere.
It's more than 40 years since I last read this one and four chapters in I am so happy to be rereading it. I loved how he portrays Susan's simple dignity in the first chapter. She's had enough of Henchard belittling her and decides to go with someone who wants her. Rash probably but seems she feels it can't be worse than her current situation.



This will be my first read of this book. I previously read Far From the Madding Crowd from Hardy which I really loved. The premise of this one seems really intriguing, so I'm excited :-)


Ioana that's a really good way to put it. He knows and loved that landscape and grew up with people like these, but still the way he brings them to the page for us is extraordinary.

Next fall is however many decades, lol, since British Novel class, and I'm planning to reading the curriculum which was Victorian, and so it will overlap with Victober :).


This is my first time reading any Thomas Hardy (besides a few short poems). I am really enjoying his writing style!! Like others have said, he really paints the scenes.
Does anyone else have a sinking feeling after the first two chapters? Like the worst is yet to come?👀

I was hoping that was just me, ahah. It was introduced as a depressing novel, but I found myself thinking that it's not too draining to read, like some novels can be (though it is a little more so to think about, after the fact). But I think what it is is that the worst is yet to come. Still, assuming we hang on to Susan as a narrator, I think she has, from what we saw in that first chapter, a strength of character such that nothing will affect her too much. I hope...

Anyway, on each re-read, I love this book even more.

All fourteen in one year is quite something Mr A. Glad you are here as with them all fresh in your mind you'll be good for comparisons.



I agree. Such an outlandish but concise opening is made believable, even reasonable.
We have an already taciturn Michael and then alcohol is added. We sense the initial amusement of the other customers shift to embarrassment and shock. And realize that Susan has suffered these public humiliations previously and has finally reached the end of her tether.

Surely she wasn't so naive as to not know how the sailor was likely to use Susan, and let's not forget the possibility of the sexual abuse of the child he also purchased, and yet her heart was unmoved.


I also thought, like Froggles, how strange it was that the frumenty seller didn't remember Susan being sold - but she could remember several quarrels and fights...




I'm waiting for the mayor's constituents to learn his history, and whether their censure will be reserved for him, or Susan.
Given the frumenty seller's disregard for Susan & her child, something tells me Susan is the one who will be cast as the unmoral deviant.



So far, I’m loving his characteristic nature descriptions and the flow of the plot is great 👍🏻

What an opening! I agree with everything said so far, love Susan's simple dignity and clearly she's been through this often enough. I wonder how the remainder of the evening was for her and her following day!
The quote that stood out the most for me here is "In contrast with the harshness of the act just ended within the tent was the sight of several horses crossing their necks and rubbing each other lovingly as they waited in patience to be harnessed for the homeward journey."
I like that contrast of the uncomplicated kindness of the natural world surrounding the tent, and the complexity and meanness & apathy of mankind as acted out in the tent.

How he initially blames his wife! Argh! So much for calling her simplicity idiotic...all the contradictory thoughts that cross his mind don't seem all that wise. I have to say the characterization is brilliant, I definitely can imagine the characters are real people.
The quote that stood out for me the most is "But first he resolved to register an oath, a greater oath than he had ever sworn before: and to do it properly he required a fit place and imagery; for there was something fetichistic in this man’s beliefs."

That struck me too that it was a distant memory for her but i think it shows how some people can be so caught up in themselves/ keep themselves apart.


This is my first Hardy too! I am loving it. I am enjoying his writing style, his characterisation, and setting.



I love Hardy's writing style. I had only read a book of his poems prior to this. I am enjoying the book thus far, and this statement is spot on.


I love Hardy's writing style. I had only read a book of his ..."
Thank you!
It's odd reading only a couple of chapters at a time, but I'll keep to that schedule. I'm also reading The Ring and the Book, and I've read a few poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's.

I am enjoying the writing too - so beautiful and striking - "The lamplights now glimmered through the engirdling trees..."
Also a great sense of place - "The agricultural and pastoral character of the people upon whom the town depended for its existence was shown by the class of objects displayed in the shop windows. Scythes, reap-hooks, sheep-shears, ..."

I loved the way Elizabeth Jane convinces herself that she and Farfrae have a similar outlook on life without actually speaking to him. Definitely some attraction there.

There's definite attraction on Elizabeth-Jane's side to Donald Farfrae. He still doesn't notice her at all, but I think something might happen between them in the future. I just hope Hardy doesn't go too hard on her as he did with Tess.

"Casterbridge was the complement of the rural life around, not its urban opposite. Bees and butterflies in the cornfields at the top of the town, who desired to get to the meads at the bottom, took no circuitous course, but flew straight down High Street without any apparent consciousness that they were traversing strange latitudes. And in autumn airy spheres of thistledown floated into the same street, lodged upon the shop fronts, blew into drains, and innumerable tawny and yellow leaves skimmed along the pavement, and stole through people's doorways into their passages with a hesitating scratch on the floor, like the skirts of timid visitors."