Perhaps I was in the wrong frame of mind when I read “Jude the Obscure.” My initial foray into Thomas Hardy was “The Return of the Native,” which I enjoyed so much. Even more so with “Tess of the D’Urbervilles.”
I was waning a bit by “The Mayor of Casterbridge,” but quite honestly did not enjoy Jude. I know it was Hardy’s last novel before retreating into poetry, and could almost sense the torpor and disillusionment regards the subject that I presume he felt. Whereas the earlier mentioned pieces were alive, with passion / emotion and a minimum number of major characters, “Jude the Obscure” seemed the opposite.


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