Tess of the D'Urbervilles
by Thomas Hardy
★★★★★
Rarely have I ever had such a visceral reaction to a
book. I have read a few other Hardy novels and so at this point I expect
tragedy. But this one still blew me away. It broke my heart in so many ways,
but Hardy’s writing made the whole experience oddly beautiful, despite the
inevitable disaster that you know if coming.
The brilliance of his writing is just breathtaking. The
scenes he creates are incredibly beautiful. Alec is such a brilliant villain
because of the very fact that he is so relatable to different men. As Hardy
himself says, Tess’ own male ancestors probably did the same thing to peasant
girls. It's so horrifying and common at the same time and Alec has no real
understanding that what he's doing is wrong. He knows what he wants he decides
he's going to take it. There's no consideration for anything else.
Tess’ family is poor, but they discover they are
descendants of a wealthy local family. She is sent to befriend the family and
see if they can improve her own family’s situation. She meets Alec
D'Urbervilles and soon her life is changed forever. I can’t say too
much more without spoilers, except that it’s a powerful book, but not a cheery
one.
**SPOILERS**
I’ve never hated a character as much as I hated Alec. He
is a rapist, a manipulator, and worst of all, he honestly doesn’t think he’s
done much wrong in the first half of the novel. At one point Alec says
something about how Tess shouldn’t have worn a certain dress and bonnet because
it made her too pretty. The “you were asking for it” mentality was present even
back then when dress was far more modest. It was so frustrating and
infuriating. He manipulated every situation, forcing her to be alone with him,
to rely on him for help, etc.
His condescending nicknames made my skin crawl. When he calls
her “Tessie” or “my little pretty” it made me nauseous because she was
shrinking away from him and begging him quietly to stop touching her. She said
again and again that she did not love him and she was scared of him. She never
feels comfortable with him. From their very first interaction, as he makes her
eat strawberries from his hand, she is uncomfortable and wants to go home
immediately. There was no infatuation only a feeling in her gut that he was not
someone to be trusted.
On top of that, Angel’s absurd double standard for his
actions and her actions was infuriating. The worst part is that both men, the
“good” one and the “bad” one share the same mentality about the situation. Both
blame Tess but never themselves. The same attitude is around today, even though
women have many more options, they are often shamed when they are sexually
assaulted.
The book is split into different phases and the second
one begins after the infamous event. Tess is so broken; she's not even scared
of Alec anymore because he's already done the worst to her that he could
possibly do. She's resigned to her fate and full of sorrow. I kept thinking
about how many other women over hundreds of years have gone through the same
thing and are just completely broken afterwards and no one understands why. The
man took something from her that she did not want to give and society treats it
as if he didn't really do anything wrong. They justify it and say things like,
maybe she gave off the wrong signals or put herself in a bad situation. It's
just horrible.
**SPOILERS OVER**
BOTTOM LINE: This is not a cheerful book. Every time
Tess’ situation improves, heartache is just around the corner. But Hardy deals
with it in such a raw and personal way that it is relevant even a century later.
His writing transcends the subject matter and I’ve learned that I’ll read
whatever he’s written.
** My Penguin Clothbound Classic edition discusses the
different versions of the novel that were released. The original release
presented a much harsher version of Hardy. Apparently he toned it down and made
him more appealing in later versions, which is interesting.
“‘I shouldn’t mind learning why the sun do shine on the
just and the unjust alike,’ she answered with a slight quaver in her voice.
‘But that’s what books will not tell me.’”
“The beauty or ugliness of a character lay not only in
its achievements, but in its aims and impulses; its true history lay, not among
things done, but among things willed.”