Far from the madding crowd

Book: Far from the madding crowd / Thomas Hardy


Waiting for my second child to be born and while my hormones were making my mood tango, I chose to watch “Far from the madding Crowd”, not knowing that it was based on a novel. Something intrigued me with this movie {was it the performances, the scenery, the fact that it portrays women with a male-dominated feminism (?)}, so I decided to buy the book. Luckily I didn’t find it translated in Greek. The way Thomas Hardy writes is sensational. It engrosses you right from the first paragraphs.



It narrates the story of Bathsheba Everdene. An arrogant, charming, independent woman, whose personality and fate, caused her to know tragedy but also true love.

The descriptions of the landscapes are like paintings. The metaphors Hardy uses are imaginative. Personally, I find it boring to read about landscapes. Especially, about landscapes I’m not familiar with. Nevertheless in this novel I thought they were amusing.

It is not another romantic novel. The main character isn’t even pleasant. All character have flaws. Annoying ones. The novel is full of contradictions, overturns, mystery. The protagonists are eccentric in a familiar kind of way. He doesn’t let you to clearly like or dislike any of them. And although the ending is probably the expected, it leaves the reader with a feeling of injustice. I can’t say anything else without revealing how it all ends, but I will say this. Read it. It’s worth it.



Let Thomas Hardy tell us a little about his characters:


Bathsheba Everdene : “…I shouldn’t mind being a bride at a wedding, if I could be one without having a husband.”

Sergeant Troy’s philosophy of life “… the past was yesterday; the future, tomorrow; never, the day after.”

Farmer Boldwood: “He was erect in attitude, and quiet in demeanour. One characteristic pre-eminently marked him – dignity.”

Gabriel Oak: “…when his friends and critics were in tantrums, he was considered rather a bad man; when they were pleased, he was rather a good man; when they were neither, he was a man whose moral colour was a kind of pepper-and-salt mixture.”

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