On Greatest Lit list:
• Far from the Madding Crowd (1874)
• The Mayor of Casterbridge (1886)
• Tess of the D'Urbervilles (1886)
• Jude the Obscure (1896)
• "The Distracted Preacher" (1879)
• Wessex Poems (1898)
Far from the Madding Crowd was Hardy's first great novel and the one that first made his reputation. It also might be the only real crowd-pleaser among his great works. For it not.... more
I don't know if it's still being taught to teenagers but the Mayor of Casterbridge turned me off Thomas Hardy for many years after studying it in high school. It was just too.... more
Hardy made one of the wisest observations on writing I've ever read:
The whole secret of fiction and the drama—in the constructional part—lies in the adjustment of things unusual to the things eternal and universal. The writer who knows exactly how exceptional and how non-exceptional his events should be made, possesses the key to the art.
The Life of Thomas Hardy by Florence Emily Hardy
Now I am generally not one to abide talk of the eternal and universal in art. But if we take these to mean "of longer lasting importance", then I think Hardy is onto something. A writer may have to find the exceptional or novel to make a work interesting but, however much coincidence, horror, fantasy or other bizarre elements are in a work, he has to connect them with the mainstream of deep concerns that real people have. That is, if he or she wants to reach readers as Hardy has.
The standard academic line on Hardy is that he shows the futile struggle of individuals against an indifferent force that rules the world and plays ironical tricks on frail humanity.
Rubbish, I say. Hardy is just a realist. As he says of a poet in one of his short stories, "he was a pessimist in so far as that character applies to a man who looks at the worst contingencies as well as the best in the human condition".
Sure, a lot of coincidences drive his plots and, sure, his characters often suffer tragically (but not always). Like this doesn't happen in Shakespeare, Dickens, Tolstoy, Irving and all the greats, past and present? The protagonist in any Hardy novel is more likely to be in conflict with his own very human obsessions, or struggling with rigid and unjust social codes, than against some faceless fate ruling the universe. His characters aren't railing against God but against followers of organized religion, not against the devil but against their own consciences.
Yeah, he's depressed at times over who will win these battles. So am I.
Another thing that's said about Hardy, with more justification, is that he's a terrible writer of sentences and paragraphs. Yet a great writer of books. Somehow, shortly after you start ploughing through his awkward constructions, you stop noticing it and are swept away with the story and characters. It shouldn't happen like this but it does.
Thomas Hardy was born near Dorchester (a city that would become Casterbridge in his stories) in southern England. He planned to take holy orders but lost his faith in his twenties. After a studying architecture in London, he returned to Dorchester where he did architectural work, while writing on the side. His first novel to be published was Desperate Remedies (1871), followed by the still-popular Under the Greenwood Tree (1872), which combines a love story with the travails of lovable village rustics.
But it was two novels later with Far from the Madding Crowd (1874) that Hardy made his name. This is a heart-rending story of forbidden love across social classes, betrayal and tragedy in a rural setting, and—surprise—with a happy ending, more or less. (It's also a terrific 1967 film with Julie Christie, Alan Bates, Peter Finch and Terence Stamp, among other movie adaptations.)
Hardy's remaining most significant novels were The Return of the Native (1878); The Mayor of Casterbridge (1886), a cleverly plotted emotional roller-coaster of a novel, often proclaimed his greatest work; The Woodlanders (1887), Hardy's personal favourite, another complex love story in a rural setting but with a tragic ending; Tess of the D'Urbervilles (1891), a frank (for the times) account of the ruining of an innocent girl, which was widely attacked for immorality: and Jude the Obscure (1896), about an earnest couple who tried to resist the social conventions of the day.
Jude the Obscure may have been Hardy's most pessimistic novel, and perhaps with good reason. His perceived flouting of morality in the work again roused condemnation by clergy, critics and even friends. In disgust, Hardy gave up novel writing altogether.
At which point one of the strangest transformations in literary history occurred. The great novelist became a great poet. From his first collection of Wessex Poems in 1898 to Winter Words published in his final year, he produced over 900 poems. You are most likely to find them today in editions of selected or collected works.
His poetry was not widely recognized in his lifetime but has since joined the canon of works that every schoolchild studies, most notably the short pieces "Great Things", "In Time of 'The Breaking of Nations'", and "The Darkling Thrush". A three-volume blank-verse epic, The Dynasts, was published from 1904 to 1908.
Hardy wasn't a writer of fine or pretty verse. Rather he produced poetry in the language of everyday conversation. Often with a critical or ironical social perspective. And often restating his allegiance to the enduring truths of nature and the human heart. However, to me his verse today sounds stilted and old-fashioned. Although he considered his poetry more important than his prose, I think he made his point more effectively spread over the wider canvas of novels than in the condensed poetic form.
I even prefer his short stories—at least the best of them. He often produced short fiction to make money in the periodical market and many of the tales were crafted for the sentimental demands of those readers. But the best stories are quite diverting even today. They aren't the sharp, finely honed short stories to be developed by younger authors in the 20th century, but for short periods they can be as involving as his longer fiction. His four major collections began with Wessex Tales in 1888 and ended with A Changed Man in 1913, but you're better off with a collection of selected stories. Look for a volume that includes his best story, "The Distracted Preacher".
Odd triva about Hardy: I haven't seen anyone else note this but Hardy seems hung up on women whose names begin with E. The ingénue in Casterbridge is Elizabeth-Jane. Other female leads in his works include Eustacia, Ella, Elfride, Bathsheba Everdene, Lizzy (short for Elizabeth?) and Ethelberta, among others. And guess what? The two women Hardy married were Emma and Florence Emily.