Far from the Madding Crowd (Penguin Classics)

Far from the Madding Crowd (Penguin Classics)

Thomas Hardy

Language: English

Pages: 480

ISBN: 0141439653

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Thomas Hardy’s impassioned novel of courtship in rural life
In Thomas Hardy’s first major literary success, independent and spirited Bathsheba Everdene has come to Weatherbury to take up her position as a farmer on the largest estate in the area. Her bold presence draws three very different suitors: the gentleman-farmer Boldwood, the soldier-seducer Sergeant Troy, and the devoted shepherd Gabriel Oak. Each, in contrasting ways, unsettles her decisions and complicates her life, and tragedy ensues, threatening the stability of the whole community. One of his first works set in the semi-fictional region of Wessex, Hardy’s novel of swift passion and slow courtship is imbued with his evocative descriptions of rural life and landscapes, and with unflinching honesty about sexual relationships.

This edition, based on Hardy’s original 1874 manuscript, is the complete novel he never saw published, and restores its full candor and innovation. Rosemarie Morgan’s introduction discusses the history of its publication, as well as the biblical and classical allusions that permeate the novel.

For more than seventy years, Penguin has been the leading publisher of classic literature in the English-speaking world. With more than 1,700 titles, Penguin Classics represents a global bookshelf of the best works throughout history and across genres and disciplines. Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators.

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trickster now. Boldwood’s present mood was not critical enough to notice tones. He continued; “I may as well speak plainly. And understand, I don’t wish to enter into the questions of right or wrong, woman’s honour and shame, or to express any opinion on your conduct. I intend a business transaction with you.” “I see,” said Troy. “Suppose we sit down here.” And old tree trunk lay under the hedge immediately opposite, and they sat down. “I was engaged to be married to Miss Everdene,” said

floor of which was a step below the passage, which in its turn was a step below the road outside, what should Joseph see to gladden his eyes but two copper-coloured discs in the form of the countenances of Mr Jan Coggan and Mr Mark Clark. These owners of the two most appreciative throats in the neighbourhood on this side of respectability were now sitting face to face over a three legged circular table, having an iron rim to keep cups and pots from being accidentally elbowed off, and they

(‘bain’t’) to imposing the prevailing house-style on his spellings and grammatical constructions. Hardy genuinely deplored ‘having to write against time’,9 but although the manuscript shows occasional signs of careless writing the main body is perfectly coherent, with or without standard, consistent accidentals – with or without the long stretches of unmarked dialogue and the decidedly ‘open’ style of punctuation. Whether this ‘open’ style indicates his preference at that time for minimal

as “Come in!” and “D— ye, come in!” that he knew to a hair’s breadth the rate of trotting back from the ewes’ tails that each call involved, if a staggerer with the sheep-crook was to be escaped. Though old, he was clever and trustworthy still. The young dog, George’s son, might possibly have been the image of his mother, for there was not much resemblance between him and George. He was learning the sheep-keeping business, so as to follow on at the flock when the other should die, but had got no

crack-voiced cock-pheasants’ “cu-uck, cuck”, and the wheezy whistle of the hens. By the time he had walked half a dozen miles every shape on the landscape had assumed a uniform hue of blackness. He ascended a hill, and could just discern ahead of him a waggon, drawn up under a great overhanging tree on the roadside. On coming close he found there were no horses attached to it, the spot being apparently quite deserted. The waggon from its position seemed to have been left there for the night,

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