Bathsheba
Everdene is a strong spirited girl, and whilst she thinks she knows her own
mind she has not a clue with regards to the workings of a man’s mind.
Farmer
Boldwood is a confirmed bachelor and even the beauty of Miss Everdene can’t
turn his head at market. Bathsheba’s maid points out Boldwood’s indifference to
her so, out of fun or maybe girlish spite, she sends him a Valentine Card
sealed with a stamp marked ‘Marry Me’.
This
frivolous throw away moment changes everything.
Boldwood
becomes a man desperate to possess her, and presses her for her promise to
marry to the point of breaking her spirit. Bathsheba had already turned down a
proposal of marriage from the kindly Shepherd Oak when she first arrived in
Weatherbury and Oak’s status looked like it was improving but, as her own
situation improves by taking on her late Uncle’s farm, Bathsheba is in no hurry
to lose her independence. Unfortunately,
during her unwanted courtship with Boldwood, she is dazzled by a rake (Sergeant
Troy), who has already ruined one young woman, and the chance of future
happiness begins to unravel for all.
Through
this emotional drama Shepherd Oak remains a staunch and loyal friend, putting
aside his own feelings to manage Bathsheba’s farm and trying to morally guide
her. In a time when propriety means
everything, he has to withstand gossip from the neighbourhood which insinuates
that he’s just hanging around Bathsheba and ‘biding his time’.
Set
in Wessex ,
I loved the country setting and also the minor characters that work the
farm. Their dialogue and actions hark
back to simpler times which consisted of manual labour, cider and gossip.
This
novel highlights the fickleness of young women in matters of love. In an era
when a promise is a promise, and solemnly binding, there’s no room for mistaken
feelings. I’m not usually sentimental but Bathsheba’s realisation of Oak’s true
friendship towards the end of the novel, and Oak’s realisation of his one
dream, had me fighting back tears.
As for the title of the
novel, it was taken from the following:
Far From the madding
crowd's ignoble strife
Their sober wishes
never learn'd to stray;
Along the cool
sequester'd vale of life
They kept the
noiseless tenor of their way.
Elegy Written
in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray
Throw away your bodice
rippers, and read a love story with real class!
Maxine
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