My curiosity about Thomas Hardy began, expectedly, when I was reading "The Comedians" - the epigram to that incredible novel was quoted from Hardy and later on, when reading Greene's other masterpiece, "The Honorary Consul", I again stumbled upon yet another brilliant quote by him. So, yes, just as Greene introduced me to Trollope, Stevenson, Haggard, Chesterton and other such brilliant storytellers in the last few years, he also led me to discover Hardy as well. Not withstanding the Maugham novel I read last year, "Cakes & Ale", in which the key character of Edward Driffield was allegedly based on the Victorian-era lion of English literature, my curiosity lasted long enough for me to try him out finally, and a little cautiously (for one hears many conflicting things about this author), with, as the blurb puts it, the sunniest of his works.
Surely, "Under The Greenwood Tree" can be described, quite winningly, as Hardy at his sunniest and most upbeat mood. The other day, I was talking to my mother-in-law who had read many classics in her youth and she opined that Hardy was a brilliant author who was nevertheless too pessimistic about people and life and society in general. Well, this slim novel should be a complete relief to the sadder and more melancholy atmosphere of his following novels and yet it is difficult to ignore that beneath its surface lightness and its elements of humour, warmth and romance, it is also a sharply satirical portrait of rural society on the brink of revolutionary change and progress that has the dangerous power to alter it beyond recognition. Above all, it is a novel which examines a changing England and is also, thus, poignantly but not too sentimentally a final farewell to that old England of innocence, closely knit communal unity and simple pleasures.
And yet, again as I repeat it now, this is hardly a serious or depressing read. In the vein of a Trollope novel, yet even more light-footed and less concerned with deconstructing themes of wealth and status or satirizing religious and political institutions, "Under The Greenwood Tree" is more of a mesmerising (though certainly not slow) and mellow story of a lovably old-fashioned English village and its equally admirable, if a little outmoded, inhabitants and how they try and make some sense of inevitable new changes, some welcome and even lively and some not so welcome and merely puzzling. The old church choir, for instance, is more than a little upset to know that they are soon being replaced by the new church organ on the insistence of their new and modern-thinking vicar. Hardy delightfully introduces the members of this choir to us in the first few chapters; merely ten or twenty pages in, we know all their quirks, habits, whims and preferences and we are also acquainted with the youngest member of the choir and the hero, if you can call him so, of the romance at the crux of the novel - the earnest and charming Richard Dewy who falls in love with a vivacious young lady - who is also one of the many new changes in this old village that people cannot quite come to terms with, amusingly.
That young lady is the beautiful Miss Fancy Day, the new mistress at school and coincidentally also the new voice of the church music replacing the old choir effectively. It is admirable how Hardy builds a winsome, gently amusing romance between the young Dewy and the fresh-faced Fancy, allegorically a tipsy romance between the old and the new but even when charting the course of their love story through the narrative with a leisurely, casual hand, he lends unmistakable hints of the two worlds slightly at odds at each other. Dewy's modesty and diligent simplicity is contrasted by Fancy's frivolity and her extravagant enthusiasm at always looking good. She is quite a memorable character, a sign of Hardy's well-known skill at creating realistic female characters - she is armed with licence and yet her affections for Dewy cannot be doubted and yet again, there is just a shade of sketchy ambiguity about her feelings and motives that makes her even more enigmatic and compelling. Is she into Dewy simply because for love or does she yearn to break free from her humdrum surroundings as well? The answer is beyond our reach but Hardy shrewdly teases it out from time to time.
Other than our two charming lovers, the other characters in the fray are also admirable in their realism. Richard's father, an affable transporter, is tactful and diplomatic in confronting the new vicar Mr. Maybold, well-intentioned and easily embarrassed, about the new changes that affect them the most and there are a few other characters, such as Fancy's step-mother, a shy and edgy woman, is nevertheless as generous as she can be when the opportunity presents itself. These measured strokes also provide a pointed and nuanced commentary of social norms being changed and challenged; somewhere in the middle of the novel, there is even a "witch" who is portrayed in the most charmingly benevolent fashion, which further reveals just how modern and progressive Hardy was for his time.
And then, there is his affectionate, almost poetic description of the pastoral beauty of rural England, of his beloved Wessex with its copses and firs and oaks and its bushes and fields, all put to paper here in the most stirring and beautiful sentences, perhaps the prose equivalent of Wordsworth's romantic poems devoted to Mother Nature. Wisely dividing his novel's parts as per the changing seasons, Hardy's nostalgic compassion for an unhurried, pre-industrial England is what lends this enjoyable novel with a deeper sentiment of emotional resonance and the final chapter, from which the book takes its name, is a masterstroke indeed.
"Under The Greenwood Tree" is a wonderful introduction to Hardy and I recommend it wholeheartedly for everyone new to him. It is charming, melancholic, romantic, lightly humorous and yet, even as all ends happily, the final line is a wicked and wry wink, hinting at something unexpected. Look out for it.