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A brilliant social satire by Nobel Prize-winning author John Galsworthy, this monumental trilogy chronicles the lives of three generations of an upper-middle-class London family obsessed with money and respectability. The first book, The Man of Property, established Galsworthy's reputation as an author and keen observer of society. His masterly prose, always scorchingly accurate and often very funny, introduces Soames Forsyte, an avaricious man who sees everything -- including his rebellious trophy wife, Irene --...
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A brilliant social satire by Nobel Prize-winning author John Galsworthy, this monumental trilogy chronicles the lives of three generations of an upper-middle-class London family obsessed with money and respectability. The first book, The Man of Property, established Galsworthy's reputation as an author and keen observer of society. His masterly prose, always scorchingly accurate and often very funny, introduces Soames Forsyte, an avaricious man who sees everything -- including his rebellious trophy wife, Irene -- in terms of its value as a possession. The second book, In Chancery, recounts the Forsytes' stormy marriage, separation, and eventual divorce; To Let, the last of the trilogy, focuses on the children of the estranged couple. In addition to the three original novels, this edition also contains the connecting interludes, Indian Summer of a Forsyte and Awakening. For years, The Forsyte Saga had an enormous impact on American and European conceptions of Victorian and Edwardian life. Among the most popular literary classics of the twentieth century, this beautifully written book, with its heartbreaking character studies, remains an impressive contribution to social history and literary art.

Contains "The Man of Property," "In Chancery," "To Let."

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  • BN ID: 2940018533146
  • Publisher: Charles Scribners Sons
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  • Edition description: Digitized from 1925 volume
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John Galsworthy (1867-1933) was educated at Oxford, where he prepared to go into law, but later decided to devote himself to writing. The Man of Property (1906), the first of the three novels that became The Forsyte Saga, established his reputation as an author and a keen observer of society. Galsworthy was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1932.

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The Forsyte Saga


By John Galsworthy

Dover Publications, Inc.

Copyright © 2004 Dover Publications, Inc.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-486-13874-9



CHAPTER 1

PART I


I. 'AT HOME' AT OLD JOnLYON'S

THOSE privileged to be present at a family festival of the Forsytes have seen that charming and instructive sight—an upper middle-class family in full plumage. But whosoever of these favoured persons has possessed the gift of psychological analysis (a talent without monetary value and properly ignored by the Forsytes), has witnessed a spectacle, not only delightful in itself, but illustrative of an obscure human problem. In plainer words, he has gleaned from a gathering of this family—no branch of which had a liking for the other, between no three members of whom existed anything worthy of the name of sympathy—evidence of that mysterious concrete tenacity which renders a family so formidable a unit of society, so clear a reproduction of society in miniature. He has been admitted to a vision of the dim roads of social progress, has understood something of patriarchal life, of the swarmings of savage hordes, of the rise and fall of nations. He is like one who, having watched a tree grow from its planting—a paragon of tenacity, insulation, and success, amidst the deaths of a hundred other plants less fibrous, sappy, and persistent—one day will see it flourishing with bland, full foliage, in an almost repugnant prosperity, at the summit of its efflorescence.

On June 15, eighteen eighty-six, about four of the afternoon, the observer who chanced to be present at the house of old Jolyon Forsyte in Stanhope Gate, might have seen the highest efflorescence of the Forsytes.

This was the occasion of an 'at home' to celebrate the engagement of Miss June Forsyte, old Jolyon's granddaughter, to Mr. Philip Bosinney. In the bravery of light gloves, buff waistcoats, feathers and frocks, the family were present—even Aunt Ann, who now but seldom left the corner of her brother Timothy's green drawing-room, where, under the aegis of a plume of dyed pampas grass in a light blue vase, she sat all day reading and knitting, surrounded by the effigies of three generations of Forsytes. Even Aunt Ann was there; her inflexible back, and the dignity of her calm old face personifying the rigid possessiveness of the family idea.

When a Forsyte was engaged, married, or born, the Forsytes were present; when a Forsyte died—but no Forsyte had as yet died; they did not die; death being contrary to their principles, they took precautions against it, the instinctive precautions of highly vitalized persons who resent encroachments on their property.

About the Forsytes mingling that day with the crowd of other guests, there was a more than ordinarily groomed look, an alert, inquisitive assurance, a brilliant respectability, as though they were attired in defiance of something. The habitual sniff on the face of Soames Forsyte had spread through their ranks; they were on their guard.

The subconscious offensiveness of their attitude has constituted old Jolyon's 'at home' the psychological moment of the family history, made it the prelude of their drama.

The Forsytes were resentful of something, not individually, but as a family; this resentment expressed itself in an added perfection of raiment, an exuberance of family cordiality, an exaggeration of family importance, and—the sniff. Danger—so indispensable in bringing out the fundamental quality of any society, group, or individual—was what the Forsytes scented; the premonition of danger put a burnish on their armour. For the first time, as a family, they appeared to have an instinct of being in contact with some strange and unsafe thing.

Over against the piano a man of bulk and stature was wearing two waistcoats on his wide chest, two waistcoats and a ruby pin, instead of the single satin waistcoat and diamond pin of more usual occasions, and his shaven, square, old face, the colour of pale leather, with pale eyes, had its most dignified look, above his satin stock. This was Swithin Forsyte. Close to the window, where he could get more than his fair share of fresh air, the other twin, James—the fat and the lean of it, old Jolyon called these brothers—like the bulky Swithin, over six feet in height, but very lean, as though destined from his birth to strike a balance and maintain an average, brooded over the scene with his permanent stoop; his grey eyes had an air of fixed absorption in some secret worry, broken at intervals by a rapid, shifting scrutiny of surrounding facts; his cheeks, thinned by two parallel folds, and a long, clean-shaven upper lip, were framed within Dundreary whiskers. In his hands he turned and turned a piece of china. Not far off, listening to a lady in brown, his only son Soames, pale and well-shaved, dark-haired, rather bald, had poked his chin up sideways, carrying his nose with that aforesaid appearance of 'sniff,' as though despising an egg which he knew he could not digest. Behind him his cousin, the tall George, son of the fifth Forsyte, Roger, had a Quilpish look on his fleshy face, pondering one of his sardonic jests.

Something inherent to the occasion had affected them all.

Seated in a row close to one another were three ladies—Aunts Ann, Hester (the two Forsyte maids), and Juley (short for Julia), who not in first youth had so far forgotten herself as to marry Septimus Small, a man of poor constitution. She had survived him for many years. With her elder and younger sister she lived now in the house of Timothy, her sixth and youngest brother, on the Bayswater Road. Each of these ladies held fans in their hands, and each with some touch of colour, some emphatic feather or brooch, testified to the solemnity of the opportunity.

In the centre of the room, under the chandelier, as became a host, stood the head of the family, old Jolyon himself. Eighty years of age, with his fine, white hair, his dome-like forehead, his little, dark grey eyes and an immense white moustache, which drooped and spread below the level of his strong jaw, he had a patriarchal look, and in spite of lean cheeks and hollows at his temples, seemed master of perennial youth. He held himself extremely upright, and his shrewd, steady eyes had lost none of their clear shining. Thus he gave an impression of superiority to the doubts and dislikes of smaller men. Having had his own way for innumerable years, he had earned a prescriptive right to it. It would never have occurred to old Jolyon that it was necessary to wear a look of doubt or of defiance.

Between him and the four other brothers who were present, James, Swithin, Nicholas, and Roger, there was much difference, much similarity. In turn, each of these four brothers was very different from the other, yet they, too, were alike.

Through the varying features and expression of those five faces could be marked a certain steadfastness of chin, underlying surface distinctions, marking a racial stamp, too prehistoric to trace, too remote and permanent to discuss—the very hall-mark and guarantee of the family fortunes.

Among the younger generation, in the tall, bull-like George, in pallid strenuous Archibald, in young Nicholas with his sweet and tentative obstinacy, in the grave and foppishly determined Eustace, there was this same stamp—less meaningful perhaps, but unmistakable—a sign of something ineradicable in the family soul.

At one time or another during the afternoon, all these faces, so dissimilar and so alike, had worn an expression of distrust, the object of which was undoubtedly the man whose acquaintance they were thus assembled to make.

Philip Bosinney was known to be a young man without fortune, but Forsyte girls had become engaged to such before, and had actually married them. It was not altogether for this reason, therefore, that the minds of the Forsytes misgave them. They could not have explained the origin of a misgiving obscured by the mist of family gossip. A story was undoubtedly told that he had paid his duty call to Aunts Ann, Juley, and Hester, in a soft grey hat—a soft grey hat, not even a new one—a dusty thing with a shapeless crown. "So extraordinary, my dear—so odd!" Aunt Hester, passing through the little, dark hall (she was rather short-sighted), had tried to 'shoo' it off a chair, taking it for a strange, disreputable cat—Tommy had such disgraceful friends! She was disturbed when it did not move.

Like an artist for ever seeking to discover the significant trifle which embodies the whole character of a scene, or place, or person, so those unconscious artists—the Forsytes—had fastened by intuition on this hat; it was their significant trifle, the detail in which was embedded the meaning of the whole matter; for each had asked himself: "Come, now, should I have paid that visit in that hat?" and each had answered "No!" and some, with more imagination than others, had added: "It would never have come into my head!"

George, on hearing the story, grinned. The hat had obviously been worn as a practical joke! He himself was a connoisseur of such.

"Very haughty!" he said, "the wild Buccaneer!"

And this mot, 'the Buccaneer,' was bandied from mouth to mouth, till it became the favourite mode of alluding to Bosinney.

Her aunts reproached June afterwards about the hat.

"We don't think you ought to let him, dear!" they had said.

June had answered in her imperious brisk way, like the little embodiment of will she was:

"Oh! what does it matter? Phil never knows what he's got on!"

No one had credited an answer so outrageous. A man not to know what he had on? No, no!

What indeed was this young man, who, in becoming engaged to June, old Jolyon's acknowledged heiress, had done so well for himself? He was an architect, not in itself a sufficient reason for wearing such a hat. None of the Forsytes happened to be architects, but one of them knew two architects who would never have worn such a hat upon a call of ceremony in the London season. Dangerous—ah, dangerous!

June, of course, had not seen this, but, though not yet nineteen, she was notorious. Had she not said to Mrs. Soames—who was always so beautifully dressed—that feathers were vulgar? Mrs. Soames had actually given up wearing feathers, so dreadfully downright was dear June!

These misgivings, this disapproval and perfectly genuine distrust, did not prevent the Forsytes from gathering to old Jolyon's invitation. An 'at home' at Stanhope Gate was a great rarity; none had been held for twelve years, not indeed, since old Mrs. Jolyon died.

Never had there been so full an assembly, for, mysteriously united in spite of all their differences, they had taken arms against a common peril. Like cattle when a dog comes into the field, they stood head to head and shoulder to shoulder, prepared to run upon and trample the invader to death. They had come, too, no doubt, to get some notion of what sort of presents they would ultimately be expected to give; for though the question of wedding gifts was usually graduated in this way—'What are you givin'? Nicholas is givin' spoons!'—so very much depended on the bridegroom. If he were sleek, well-brushed, prosperous-looking, it was more necessary to give him nice things; he would expect them. In the end each gave exactly what was right and proper, by a species of family adjustment arrived at as prices are arrived at on the Stock Exchange—the exact niceties being regulated at Timothy's commodious, red-brick residence in Bayswater, overlooking the Park, where dwelt Aunts Ann, Juley, and Hester.

The uneasiness of the Forsyte family has been justified by the simple mention of the hat. How impossible and wrong would it have been for any family, with the regard for appearances which should ever characterize the great upper middle-class, to feel otherwise than uneasy!

The author of the uneasiness stood talking to June by the further door; his curly hair had a rumpled appearance, as though he found what was going on around him unusual. He had an air, too, of having a joke all to himself.

George, speaking aside to his brother, Eustace, said:

"Looks as if he might make a bolt of it—the dashing Buccaneer!"

This 'very singular-looking man,' as Mrs. Small afterwards called him, was of medium height and strong build, with a pale, brown face, a dust-coloured moustache, very prominent cheek-bones, and hollow cheeks. His forehead sloped back toward the crown of his head, and bulged out in bumps over the eyes, like foreheads seen in the lion-house at the Zoo. He had sherry-coloured eyes, disconcertingly inattentive at times. Old Jolyon's coachman, after driving June and Bosinney to the theatre, had remarked to the butler:

"I dunno what to make of 'im. Looks to me for all the world like an 'alf-tame leopard."

And every now and then a Forsyte would come up, sidle round, and take a look at him.

June stood in front, fending off this idle curiosity—a little bit of a thing, as somebody once said, 'all hair and spirit,' with fearless blue eyes, a firm jaw, and a bright colour, whose face and body seemed too slender for her crown of red-gold hair.

A tall woman, with a beautiful figure, which some member of the family had once compared to a heathen goddess, stood looking at these two with a shadowy smile.

Her hands, gloved in French grey, were crossed one over the other, her grave, charming face held to one side, and the eyes of all men near were fastened on it. Her figure swayed, so balanced that the very air seemed to set it moving. There was warmth, but little colour, in her cheeks; her large, dark eyes were soft. But it was at her lips—asking a question, giving an answer, with that shadowy smile—that men looked; they were sensitive lips, sensuous and sweet, and through them seemed to come warmth and perfume like the warmth and perfume of a flower.

The engaged couple thus scrutinized were unconscious of this passive goddess. It was Bosinney who first noticed her, and asked her name.

June took her lover up to the woman with the beautiful figure.

"Irene is my greatest chum," she said: "Please be good friends, you two!"

At the little lady's command they all three smiled; and while they were smiling, Soames Forsyte, silently appearing from behind the woman with the beautiful figure, who was his wife, said:

"Ah! introduce me too!"

He was seldom, indeed, far from Irene's side at public functions, and even when separated by the exigencies of social intercourse, could be seen following her about with his eyes, in which were strange expressions of watchfulness and longing.

At the window his father, James, was still scrutinizing the marks on the piece of china.

"I wonder at Jolyon's allowing this engagement," he said to Aunt Ann. "They tell me there's no chance of their getting married for years. This young Bosinney" (he made the word a dactyl in opposition to general usage of a short o) "has got nothing. When Winifred married Dartie, I made him bring every penny into settlement—lucky thing, too—they'd ha' had nothing by this time!"

Aunt Ann looked up from her velvet chair. Grey curls banded her forehead, curls that, unchanged for decades, had extinguished in the family all sense of time. She made no reply, for she rarely spoke, husbanding her aged voice; but to James, uneasy of conscience, her look was as good as an answer.

"Well," he said, "I couldn't help Irene's having no money. Soames was in such a hurry; he got quite thin dancing attendance on her."

Putting the bowl pettishly down on the piano, he let his eyes wander to the group by the door.

"It's my opinion," he said unexpectedly, "that it's just as well as it is."

Aunt Ann did not ask him to explain this strange utterance. She knew what he was thinking. If Irene had no money she would not be so foolish as to do anything wrong; for they said—they said—she had been asking for a separate room; but, of course, Soames had not——

James interrupted her reverie:

"But where," he asked, "was Timothy? Hadn't he come with them?"

Through Aunt Ann's compressed lips a tender smile forced its way:

"No, he didn't think it wise, with so much of this diphtheria about; and he so liable to take things."

James answered:

"Well, he takes good care of himself. I can't afford to take the care of myself that he does."

Nor was it easy to say which, of admiration, envy, or contempt, was dominant in that remark.


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Author's Preface iii
Forsyte Family Tree x
Book I. The Man of Property
Part I
I 'At Home' at Old Jolyon's 1
II Old Jolyon Goes to the Opera 15
III Dinner at Swithin's 27
IV Projection of the House 38
V A Forsyte Menage 46
VI James at Large 51
VII Old Jolyon's Peccadillo 58
VIII Plans of the House 65
IX Death of Aunt Ann 71
Part II
I Progress of the House 78
II June's Treat 84
III Drive with Swithin 90
IV James Goes to See for Himself 98
V Soames and Bosinney Correspond 106
VI Old Jolyon at the Zoo 118
VII Afternoon at Timothy's 123
VIII Dance at Roger's 133
IX Evening at Richmond 139
X Diagnosis of a Forsyte 148
XI Bosinney on Parole 155
XII June Pays Some Calls 159
XIII Perfection of the House 166
XIV Soames Sits on the Stairs 172
Part III
I Mrs. Macander's Evidence 175
II Night in the Park 184
III Meeting at the Botanical 187
IV Voyage into the Inferno 198
V The Trial 206
VI Soames Breaks the News 213
VII June's Victory 221
VIII Bosinney's Departure 227
IX Irene's Return 234
Interlude: Indian Summer of a Forsyte 238
Book II. In Chancery
Part I
I At Timothy's 277
II Exit a Man of the World 284
III Soames Prepares to Take Steps 293
IV Soho 297
V James Sees Visions 302
VI No-Longer-Young Jolyon at Home 306
VII The Colt and the Filly 314
VIII Jolyon Prosecutes Trusteeship 318
IX Val Hears the News 324
X Soames Entertains the Future 330
XI And Visits the Past 334
XII On Forsyte 'Change 338
XIII Jolyon Finds Out Where He Is 346
XIV Soames Discovers What He Wants 351
Part II
I The Third Generation 353
II Soames Puts It to the Touch 360
III Visit to Irene 367
IV Where Forsytes Fear to Tread 371
V Jolly Sits in Judgment 377
VI Jolyon in Two Minds 383
VII Dartie Versus Dartie 387
VIII The Challenge 395
IX Dinner at James's 398
X Death of the Dog Balthasar 403
XI Timothy Stays the Rot 406
XII Progress of the Case 411
XIII 'Here We Are Again!' 415
XIV Outlandish Night 423
Part III
I Soames in Paris 425
II In the Web 430
III Richmond Park 432
IV Over the River 437
V Soames Acts 438
VI A Summer Day 440
VII A Summer Night 446
VIII James in Waiting 448
IX Out of the Web 451
X Passing of an Age 457
XI Suspended Animation 465
XII Birth of a Forsyte 470
XIII James is Told 475
XIV His 478
Interlude: Awakening 481
Book III. To Let
Part I
I Encounter 499
II Fine Fleur Forsyte 512
III At Robin Hill 517
IV The Mausoleum 523
V The Native Heath 530
VI Jon 537
VII Fleur 540
VIII Idyll on Grass 545
IX Goya 548
X Trio 556
XI Duet 560
XII Caprice 565
Part II
I Mother and Son 572
II Fathers and Daughters 576
III Meetings 587
IV In Green Street 594
V Purely Forsyte Affairs 598
VI Soames's Private Life 603
VII June Takes a Hand 611
VIII The Bit Between the Teeth 615
IX The Fat in the Fire 620
X Decision 626
XI Timothy Prophesies 629
Part III
I Old Jolyon Walks 638
II Confession 644
III Irene 648
IV Soames Cogitates 652
V The Fixed Idea 657
VI Desperate 660
VII Embassy 666
VIII The Dark Tune 672
IX Under the Oak-tree 675
X Fleur's Wedding 677
XI The Last of the Old Forsytes 685
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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 6, 2005

    The mini-series has nothing on this

    I met the Forsytes through a modern mini-series. Perhaps you did, too. That mini-series makes Irene the centre of attention, and therefore has to invent incidents and conversations. That said, the differences between screen and book probably made that a necessity. The book in fact makes the Forsytes the centre of attention, and is not at all chronological (in the way the mini-series is). In the book, you see Irene entirely through Forsyte eyes. And the book (and she) are all the more alluring for that. It is an effect that could not be realised on the screen, and yet another reason why great literature will always have to be read. It is a dark secret, known only to Soames, Irene, Jollyon and (briefly) Bossinney that binds this book, through three generations. I have often questioned the rightness of the ending of 'To Let', the third novel in the saga. But I can only have felt the same revulsion toward Soames, and thus his progeny. The fact is that life does not always have simplistic endings. There are inconquerable problems that sometimes make what seems obvious and perfect, utterly unobtainable. You will read and re-read.

    12 out of 14 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 30, 2011

    Great novel, poor translation to eBook

    There are plenty of recommendations and reviews for Galsworthy's classic family saga. Be guided by the ones which rate it highly. This is a great novel that focuses on the inner life to the characters rather than on the action. You won't regret reading it. The B&R Samizdat Express rendition has its problems. Each page has at one or more errors where words are not correct. The conversion to eBook was obviously not proof read. Encountering so many errors on the page detracts from the reading experience.

    8 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 24, 2003

    i love this book!!!

    galsworthy speaks the truth regarding life and human nature. many beautiful scenes involving the english country side. just read it and see for yourself. its a wonderful family drama

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 6, 2013

    Do NOT purchase this ebook edition.  It was not properly "t

    Do NOT purchase this ebook edition.  It was not properly "transcribed" and every page has spelling and punctuation issues. 
    Its very difficult to read because of the "printing" errors.  
    Its a great book, but buy a different edition.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 6, 2006

    Fascinating Saga

    This book was a quick read. I recommend this novel to anyone who saw the new Masterpiece Theater version. The characters are extremely complex and fascinating.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 8, 2010

    This Book Takes You Back...

    If you were ever wondering about 19th century British upper middle class, this book is for you. The little details of each character is brought out, but not drawn out. You get into each character to see what make him/her tick: pride, hate, love, compassion, rage, jealousy and greed are just wonderfully exposed and felt as each one is explored.

    At the end, I even felt sorry for Soames, because he was a product of how he was raised. He was the only one, who could not see that what he wanted was mearly window dressing and appearances. He lived under a Victorian illusion of what his life truly was, and never quite understood until the very end that money cannot buy true love or happiness.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 15, 2012

    Terrible editing

    There were so many typo's' I couldn't get past the first few pages. It's a shame that an author can't get any kind of review because of the terrible editing.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2004

    Greatest classic

    Enjoyable reading, Very comparable to the War and Piece, brittish version of High Society saga

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2002

    Terrfic! PBS is bringing new version to TV in fall

    Hard to resist being caught up in the Forsythes lives, and why would anyone? First class depiction of life 100 years ago, and in aspects not too far removed from our own times.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2003

    i adore this book

    every thing in this book is wonderful from the descriptions of english country life to all the love and hate relationships. love it!! so many themes are encountered in this book -love, life, family relationships, money, loyalty, art, and passion

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2003

    A story to read and re-read!!

    What a wonderful novel to read and re-read. Yes, there is a 2nd PBS presentation and it is very complimentary!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 14, 2000

    Great Book. Pleasant Reading.

    Gives you wonderful picture of the life and love in England of the Last Century.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2014

    PEOPLE PLEASE!!!

    The bad reviews here are unwarranted and uncalled for. This book was ocrd, a very old book more than likely so rare only 2-3 copies exist. There is NO editing that can be done because this book was more than likely digitally scanned. The scanning process itself is complicated and if text is unreadable or not recognized, the weird misspellings and symbols come in. Instead of complainig, be grateful this work is preserved. These types of NEGATIVE reviews ought to be removed and their users banned from using review features as they have nothing to do with the book or the author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2013

    Forsyte Saga

    I so enjoy reading this excellent novel; but the text has so many errors in this ebook edition, reading can be frustrating.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2011

    Page-turner

    The writing in this epic is masterful, engaging, substantive, and elegant. The story follows a family through three generations beginning in the late 1880s up the in 1920s. The characters are extremely well-developed and really come to life. The subtleties of the characters and the twisting lives of the Forsyte family are fascinating and makes for quite a page turner. I was hooked immediately. I recommend this book to people of all ages. I know that sometimes that novels taking place in this particular era can seem daunting for those of us who crave more modern, or action/adventure books, but there is no lack of excitement here. I urge you to give it a shot!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2011

    Highly Recommended

    This trilogy set in turn-of-the-twentieth-century England, chronicles the lives, loves, and tragedies of several generations of the Forsyte family. Distinguished by their "sense of property" and individualism in a rapidly shifting England, each Forsyte attempts to find a measure of happiness despite war, divorce, death, and deception. The focus of each book, however, is Soames Forsyte, a unique character in fiction. However, it's not actually Soames Forsyte himself who is interesting, but the ways in which Galsworthy uses him as the lens through which the reader views all of the other characters. For Soames Forsyte, we quickly learn, is basically a cold, shrewd, narrow-minded, selfish man. And yet, his nearly forty-year attempt to understand why his wife (and then ex-wife) Irene so despises him makes the reader, despite herself, actually sympathize with his frustration. Why, Soames asks himself several times in these 800 pages, does Irene hate him so much? Why, when he has given her all the material possessions she could want, respectability, and stability, does she shrink from his touch and refuse to share his bed? What, Soames asks himself and Irene many times, is wrong with him (in Irene's eyes)? Of course, Soames never gets an answer, and just once does Galsworthy refer obliquely to a instinctive repugnance that each one of us has for certain people, something that we cannot explain. The fact that Irene has an affair with one man and then marries another, after her divorce from Soames, only adds salt to his wound. One of the lessons of The Forsyte Saga, then, is that we can never really understand other people, trapped as we are in our own minds, with our prejudices, instincts, desires, and hatreds. How many times have we all wondered why a certain person doesn't desire us as we desire them, or why we can't stand a certain person even when they've never given us cause to dislike them? How many times has each of us wondered if there was something wrong in ourselves, something that everyone else can see but us? Ultimately, Galsworthy shows us the futility of trying to force love or friendship, and suggests that we find that which does make us happy and learn to live in a sometimes hostile, sometimes indifferent world.

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  • Posted May 8, 2010

    Superb Writing

    It has been a very long time since I have read such a superbly written book. The prose is outstanding and any given page in this long story is a treat! The description of the characters and the settings in the story were so wonderful that they stayed in my mind long after I put my NOOK down at night. I found myself dreaming about the people who inhabit this classic story and wondering how it would all turn out. When I finished the story, I found myself not wanting to turn the last page and surrender these characters for whom I had so much empathy and affection. The tragedy of the relationship of Soames and Irene and how it affected their decendents is the best of storytelling. Galsworthy was a genius!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 3, 2009

    Life story so touching

    This book has everything. Great character and plot development... When you start reading you just want to go till you all through. Its a great book all together

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    Posted June 23, 2009

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    Posted November 2, 2011

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