Fiction - Kindle edition; Public Domain Books; 400 pages; 1994.
When it comes to pre-20th century classics, Thomas Hardy is my man. Years before I started this blog I read and loved Tess of the d'Urbervilles and Jude the Obscure. More recently I very much enjoyed A Mere Interlude, published as part of Penguin's Great Loves collection. Now I can safely add The Mayor of Casterbridge to my list of affections.
The novel, first published in 1886, is a sweeping drama about the life and death of a poor hay trusser, Michael Henchard, who rises to become a rich grain merchant and well respected mayor in the fictional town of Casterbridge before falling into poverty once again.
Henchard is a fascinating character, deeply flawed, who looks at the world in a glass-half-full kind of way. He's besieged by petty jealousies and makes terribly rash decisions, which ultimately bring about his downfall. He also has a foul temper that he finds difficult to control.
The book's opening gives us a pretty good picture of what this character is really like. He gets drunk and then sells his wife, Susan, and their young daughter to a passing sailor. Once they are gone and he sobers up, Henchard realises the horrible deed he has done. Full of remorse, he takes himself to the nearest church and makes a personal oath that he will never touch a drop of alcohol for 21 years, which is as many years as he has lived.
The story then jumps ahead by 19 years, and when we meet Henchard again he has reinvented himself as a grain merchant with a strong work ethic and financial acumen. Indeed, he's rolling in money and is so busy that he hires a manager, a young Scotsman called Donald Farfrae, to help strengthen and build up his empire.
Henchard is also mayor of the town, and while he's generally not well liked, the locals do respect him for the hard work he does on their behalf. What they don't realise is his secret history, and they simply assume he is a widower. Henchard never clarifies the situation -- and why should he? Life is going swimmingly and he's learnt from his mistake -- or has he?
When his wife and grown daughter reappear on the scene you know there is trouble up ahead. And when Henchard's vow of sobriety comes to an end, you also know that his reacquaintence with alcohol is not going to go down well.
I'm not going to say anything else about the plot, except it's a jolly good one, full of ups and downs and family feuds, business rivalries and romantic heartache. The characterisation is, as usual, superb, and despite Henchard's incredible selfishness and mean-spirited nature, you can't help but feel for him. Much of the time I wanted to reach into the pages of this book, grab him by the scruff of the neck and tell him to stop being so bloody stupid and impulsive!
At 400 pages, this is not a short book. But its epic scope and its fast-paced narrative makes it a real page turner. And it has certainly confirmed Thomas Hardy as my favourite 19th Century writer.