The Forsyte Saga

The Forsyte Saga

by John Galsworthy, Geoffrey Harvey


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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.

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ISBN-13: 9780199549894
Publisher: Oxford University Press
Publication date: 09/15/2008
Series: Oxford World's Classics Series
Pages: 912
Sales rank: 1,312,566
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.70(h) x 1.80(d)

About the Author

English novelist and playwright John Galsworthy (1867–1933) was among the first writers of the Edwardian era to challenge the social ideals portrayed in Victorian literature. The plight of women trapped in unhappy marriages is among his recurring themes, and in addition to championing women's rights, his work promoted prison reform and animal welfare.

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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.

Timothy, indeed, was seldom seen. The baby of the family, a publisher by profession, he had some years before, when business was at full tide, scented out the stagnation which, indeed, had not yet come, but which ultimately, as all agreed, was bound to set in, and, selling his share in a firm engaged mainly in the production of religious books, had invested the quite conspicuous proceeds in three per cent. consols. By this act he had at once assumed an isolated position, no other Forsyte being content with less than four per cent. for his money; and this isolation had slowly and surely undermined a spirit perhaps better than commonly endowed with caution. He had become almost a myth — a kind of incarnation of security haunting the background of the Forsyte universe. He had never committed the imprudence of marrying, or encumbering himself in any way with children.


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Table of Contents

Author's Prefaceiii
Forsyte Family Treex
Book I.The Man of Property
Part I
I'At Home' at Old Jolyon's1
IIOld Jolyon Goes to the Opera15
IIIDinner at Swithin's27
IVProjection of the House38
VA Forsyte Menage46
VIJames at Large51
VIIOld Jolyon's Peccadillo58
VIIIPlans of the House65
IXDeath of Aunt Ann71
Part II
IProgress of the House78
IIJune's Treat84
IIIDrive with Swithin90
IVJames Goes to See for Himself98
VSoames and Bosinney Correspond106
VIOld Jolyon at the Zoo118
VIIAfternoon at Timothy's123
VIIIDance at Roger's133
IXEvening at Richmond139
XDiagnosis of a Forsyte148
XIBosinney on Parole155
XIIJune Pays Some Calls159
XIIIPerfection of the House166
XIVSoames Sits on the Stairs172
Part III
IMrs. Macander's Evidence175
IINight in the Park184
IIIMeeting at the Botanical187
IVVoyage into the Inferno198
VThe Trial206
VISoames Breaks the News213
VIIJune's Victory221
VIIIBosinney's Departure227
IXIrene's Return234
Interlude: Indian Summer of a Forsyte238
Book II.In Chancery
Part I
IAt Timothy's277
IIExit a Man of the World284
IIISoames Prepares to Take Steps293
VJames Sees Visions302
VINo-Longer-Young Jolyon at Home306
VIIThe Colt and the Filly314
VIIIJolyon Prosecutes Trusteeship318
IXVal Hears the News324
XSoames Entertains the Future330
XIAnd Visits the Past334
XIIOn Forsyte 'Change338
XIIIJolyon Finds Out Where He Is346
XIVSoames Discovers What He Wants351
Part II
IThe Third Generation353
IISoames Puts It to the Touch360
IIIVisit to Irene367
IVWhere Forsytes Fear to Tread371
VJolly Sits in Judgment377
VIJolyon in Two Minds383
VIIDartie Versus Dartie387
VIIIThe Challenge395
IXDinner at James's398
XDeath of the Dog Balthasar403
XITimothy Stays the Rot406
XIIProgress of the Case411
XIII'Here We Are Again!'415
XIVOutlandish Night423
Part III
ISoames in Paris425
IIIn the Web430
IIIRichmond Park432
IVOver the River437
VSoames Acts438
VIA Summer Day440
VIIA Summer Night446
VIIIJames in Waiting448
IXOut of the Web451
XPassing of an Age457
XISuspended Animation465
XIIBirth of a Forsyte470
XIIIJames is Told475
Interlude: Awakening481
Book III.To Let
Part I
IIFine Fleur Forsyte512
IIIAt Robin Hill517
IVThe Mausoleum523
VThe Native Heath530
VIIIIdyll on Grass545
Part II
IMother and Son572
IIFathers and Daughters576
IVIn Green Street594
VPurely Forsyte Affairs598
VISoames's Private Life603
VIIJune Takes a Hand611
VIIIThe Bit Between the Teeth615
IXThe Fat in the Fire620
XITimothy Prophesies629
Part III
IOld Jolyon Walks638
IVSoames Cogitates652
VThe Fixed Idea657
VIIIThe Dark Tune672
IXUnder the Oak-tree675
XFleur's Wedding677
XIThe Last of the Old Forsytes685

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The Forsyte Saga (Barnes & Noble Library of Essential Reading) 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 70 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
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.
kxross More than 1 year ago
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.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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.
Driversldy More than 1 year ago
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.
Guest More than 1 year ago
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.
Guest More than 1 year ago
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
Guest More than 1 year ago
What a wonderful novel to read and re-read. Yes, there is a 2nd PBS presentation and it is very complimentary!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
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!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Gives you wonderful picture of the life and love in England of the Last Century.
shireling on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I love all the characters mr. Galsworthy has created. Even though this epos was set in the Victorian eara, we (or at least, I) can relate to each and everyone of them, yes, even to stuffy Soames and his father.This is a book I just *have* to read at least once a year!
CatieN on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A social satire starring the Forsyte family. Excellent writing but a little hard to follow sometimes because of the number of characters and situations.
hemlokgang on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I just finished the book recently and have wanted to mull it over. I think this book is a genuine masterpiece because of Galsworthy's fabulous aiblity to reflect societal change in a single family tree. As society shifts, so do the Forsytes, at lest the newer generation at the time. Galsworthy's character development is memorable. As with Dickens, there are certain characters who will live on in my memory, such as Irene, Soames, Timothy, and June, just to name a few. Galsworthy is able to adapt not only characters to the changing times but he adapts setting as well, changing sounds and smells to match the changes in the environment. I will always love the way Soames monitored and predicted the times through his assessment of art. Cold and calculating perhaps, yet prescient as well.
xieouyang on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this novel. It has a very rich writing style. Rich in the use of language. Rich in the variety of characters and personalities and their interaction. Rich in the plot itself.The novel traces the lives and travails of three generations of an English family residing in London at the end of the 19th century through the first couple of decades in the 2oth. It's a story of a wealthy family embedded in the Victorian tradition that sees the transition to modernism among the younger generation. It has a vast number of characters, all family relations which makes it difficult, at the beginning, to keep track of who is who and who is related to whom. My copy has a very handy family tree that helped identify the characters and their relatioins. Galsworthy does a great job in depicting the peronalities and emotions of the novel's characters. And they cover the whole range. Some of them are clearly dumb while other are very intelligent. Family and social tradition plays a key role for many of the characters, particularly the older generation. The younger generations, as it always the case, rebel and do not value those traditions necessarily, with dire results for the family. I recommend reading this novel- but it requires some time because of it's length. It's entertaining throughout.
Renz0808 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
"Was there anything, indeed, more tragic in the world than a man enslaved by his own possessive instinct, who couldn't see the sky for it, or even enter fully into what another person felt!" This has to be my favorite line of the whole book which was thought by young Jolyon Forsyte about his tragic cousin Soames. It also sums up what the entire long family saga is about, possessions whether they are tangible or human. This book is so brilliant because it has a little bit of everything including family secrets, adultry, forbidden love, gambling, and scandal. It almost sounds like a soap opera but is only so much better. Another brillant part of the book is the fact that all the characters are so human none of them are perfect and each has their own set of flaws. At first I didn't think I was going to like the fact that there was no real hero but I have to say that it makes for some interesting reading. Another thing I liked about Galsworthy's writing of the book is that readers never really know what Irene is thinking, the only interpretations you get from her are what other characters give you. This makes her as elusive as she is described in the book. You either are going to love her or hate her. I found myself hating her at the beginning of the novel because I pitied poor Soames for receiving no love from her but by the time the interlude had occured, I found myself liking her more, especially because of her treatment of Old Jolyon. I started hating and piting Soames more and more, even his own daughter dislikes him. If you like LONG invloved novels with detailed descriptions about time and places you will love this book. It is really one of the great works of the 20th century and I think this author was way before his time. I look forward to reading the other two novels about the Forsyte family in he future.
jayne_charles on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
One of those turn-of-the-century novels that feels as though it was written much later. There is a lightness of touch, a preoccupation with interesting events and situations rather than flowery description. Soames is an excellent character; we first encounter him trying to 'look through his own nose'. His difficult relationships with the various women in his life are fascinating. I can see why the TV series was so popular
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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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