The Good Soldier: A Tale of Passion

by Ford Madox Ford

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‘Why can't people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has the wrong thing.’

Just before the First World War, two young couples meet in Germany. The seemingly perfect yet brittle relationship of the Ashburnhams soon gives way to unhappiness and betrayal, and respectability to adultery and deception. The Dowells are no less affected by infidelity, and everyone caught up in their four lives is tainted by emotional turmoil and moral ambiguity, and tragic consequences follow.

Inspired by his own life, Ford Madox Ford’s novel, originally titled ‘The Saddest Story’, utilised the device of the unreliable narrator to tell his universal story of love and loss.

Genres: Classics, Fiction, Literature, Historical Fiction, 20th Century, British Literature, Novels

141 pages, Kindle Edition

First published March 17, 1915

About the author

Ford Madox Ford was an English novelist, poet, critic and editor whose journals The English Review and The Transatlantic Review were important in the development of early 20th-century English and American literature.

Ford is now remembered for his novels The Good Soldier (1915), the Parade's End tetralogy (1924–1928) and The Fifth Queen trilogy (1906–1908). The Good Soldier is frequently included among the great literature of the 20th century, including the Modern Library 100 Best Novels, The Observer′s "100 Greatest Novels of All Time", and The Guardian′s "1000 novels everyone must read".

Reviews

[Darwin8u · Rating 5 out of 5]

“I don't know what anyone has to be proud of.”
― Ford Madox Ford, The Good Soldier



What? You mean this novel isn't about war? Is it possible to hate a book and love it at the same time? This is one of those books where it immediately becomes obvious you aren't going to read this novel for the strict pleasure of it. This book ain't ice cream on the beach folks. I don't think I've run across a more amoral, unsympathetic cast of characters since I visited Kehlsteinhaus. But, Ford Madox Ford is absolutely brilliant at portraying the decay, the depravity and the hypocrisy that existed in early 20th century English and American aristocracy. What a bunch of absolute rat bastards they all were. Nobody is happy. Nobody is true. Everybody gets eventually exactly what they deserve.

This novel probably the most sexless novel containing the subtitle: A Tale of Passion. It is as sexy as a festering cavity and as passionate as an obsessive and unreliable group of narcissists can be. Two of my favorite writers were either heavily influenced by Ford (Graham Greene) or collaborated heavily with Ford (Joseph Conrad). This isn't a novel you can really ever love, but you will carry this novel with you and days and weeks later you still won't be able to escape its funky grasp. And THAT really is something.

[Michael · Rating 5 out of 5]

What a sick, rotten, depraved society we're treated to, populated by liars and knaves, and yet I found myself heartbroken by the end, wondering what kind of magic spell Ford had cast on me. Ford is an absolute master of technique--in this case the use of flashbacks and an unreliable narrator--and I found myself riveted throughout. The novel begins with one of the most famous opening lines in literature: "This is the saddest story I have ever heard." That may well be true.

[Cecily · Rating 2 out of 5]

"In all matrimonial associations there is, I believe, one constant factor - a desire to deceive the person with whom one lives as to some weak spot in one's character." (page 86)

"Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise"

Most of us aspire to knowledge and perhaps we hope it will lead to wisdom.
But we make exceptions. Sometimes major ones.
Wilful ignorance of some dark behaviour of another or even oneself: an affair, addiction, abuse, debt, or fraud, for example.

The layers of deception and self-deception build up.
The higher the walls, the more damage if they come tumbling down.
And acknowledging the possible wrongdoing of a friend, lover, or child raises doubts about our own judgement.

If we dare think of it at all, we defend denial as self-preservation.
But sometimes the outcome of inaction is the opposite - for others, if not ourselves.

That is what's at the weak heart of this novel.

Similar themes are explored in a more interesting way, in John Williams' early novel, Nothing But the Night, which I reviewed HERE.

“Presumed innocent until proved guilty”

It is the bedrock of our justice system, coded as article 11 of The Universal Declaration of Human Rights.
That’s fine in a court of law, but doesn’t always work so well in personal relationships.
Doubt gnaws away, from inside, to outside.

We believe or invent excuses:
• “It was only once.”
• “I didn’t realise what I was doing. I was a bit drunk.”
• “Everyone else was doing it.”
• “I can’t help it. Maybe it’s in my genes.”
• “I was only looking. I didn’t actually do anything.”
“But I say unto you, That whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his heart.” Matthew 5:28 (KJV)

The saying doesn’t mean what I thought it did

I knew the phrase about ignorance being bliss, but didn’t know the source. It’s the closing stanza of Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College, written by Thomas Gray in 1742.

Rather than celebrating wilfully spurning knowledge and ignoring truth, it’s a nostalgic recollection of the innocence of childhood.

That doesn’t make it any less relevant to this book, just differently so: middle aged people, acting like children.


“Real knowledge is to know the extent of one's ignorance” - Confucius

Quotes

• “An acquaintanceship as loose and easy and yet as close as a good glove’s with your hand.”

• “Our intimacy was like a minuet, simply because on every possible occasion and in every possible circumstance we knew where to go, where to sit, which table we unanimously should choose.”

• “His face hitherto had, in the wonderful English fashion, expressed nothing whatever. Nothing.”

• “He wanted to preserve the virginity of his wife’s thoughts.”

• “My recollection of that night is only the sort of pinkish effulgence from the electric lamps of the hotel lounge.”

• “x was a personality of paper - that she represented a real human being with a heart, with feelings, with sympathies and with emotions only as a banknote represents a certain quantity of gold.”

• “Fighting a long duel with unseen weapons against silent adversaries.”

• “They had settled down into a model couple and they never spoke in private to each other.”

• “Skilled servants whose mere laying out of my dress clothes was like a caress.”

For praise, look elsewhere

I started this with high hopes: a well-regarded classic, about a small group of people with somewhat dark and twisted lives. I often enjoy curmudgeonly old men narrating unreliably, even if there’s casual misogyny. I don’t like them as people, but I’m entranced. John Banville writes them well, for example (see my reviews of some of his novels HERE).

But I found John Dowell irritating, and utterly lacking in charm. He chats away about himself, his wife (Florence), the Ashburnhams (Edward and Leonora), and others more like a mildly inebriated old codger than the mid-forties man he says he is. There are diversions, curious euphemisms ("education", wink-wink), and hints of what’s to come (who will die). Worse, he didn’t make me care about any of the people in the story, not even those he repeatedly claims to admire.

For what the book is about, look elsewhere

If you want a plot summary or character descriptions, GR and Google are your friends. The gist is two thirty-something couples, shortly before WW1, and the consequences of their various affairs and cover-ups. One person quietly notes and knows almost everything; another, nothing. Catholicism features strongly, along with differences between Brits and Americans.

Rating

Enjoyment: 1*
Objective quality: 2*
Thought-provokingness: 3*
Favourite part: the illustration on the cover, which is uncredited, and seems unique to this book
Random fact: the original tile, mentioned several times in the text, “The Saddest Story”

[Steven Godin · Rating 4 out of 5]

The Good Soldier I found to be a difficult book to grasp, at least to begin with. I felt the need to go back over the first 40 pages or so, just to try and accustom myself to it. Things paid of in the end, but it really did require patience; a quiet room, and reading big chunks at a time. The theme is a strong one, that being marriage and adultery, with a narrator who you feel in the dark about, going over the events of two couples, one American, one English, the Ashburnhams, with whom they first meet at a German spa town early in the 1900's, thus they strike up a comfortable friendship. The story is told in a non chronological way, playing around with the memories of time. And there is one thing that struck me that I didn't first realize, the narrator (the American husband) didn't hear the story, he was a participant, and an arrogant one at that.

The two couples would meet abroad for a month every year, and it transpires that one from each couple have been having a clandestine affair. You get the sense everything is drenched in misery, worry and panic the longer it goes on, even a partial happy ending feels false. In fact the very first line reads "This is the saddest story I have ever heard". Love here is most certainly a battlefield, through deception, contradiction, blind ignorance and sheer horror, the reader is taken over a threshold into an unsavoury world of troubling passions. There is an air of unreliability in its fashion, in terms of the narrators voice. As if the beginning wasn't hard enough, he relates his tale jumping around in the middle of flashbacks, this would lead to things feel out of sequence, and leaving gaps that we are supposed to decipher, it's not a long novel but does need to be read nice and slow, even as the full realization of what takes place gradually emerges, it's a story that calls for the attentive reader, but there were rewards as I tried to unpick all the fine details, as the narrator's unfolding interpretation of the passionate emotions manifested here are in very small gestures or brief remarks.

He paints the four portraits exceptionally well, where in turn I felt pity but also disgust at those involved. Edward Ashburnham, the owner of a large estate in England; his wife, Leonora, daughter of impoverished Irish gentry, Florence, heiress to a New England fortune; and Nancy Rufford, Leonora's ward, who has lived with Edward and Leonora from the age of 13. And all at some point are plagued with melancholia and unsteady minds. It is clear as the novel proceeds we learn Edward and Leonora have no idea what intimacy is, and they also have no way of finding out, for one thing, neither read, and Leonora consults priests and nuns for marital advice. Edward consults no one, and there seems to be no structure in his life. Others of his class tell dirty stories, perhaps as a form of sharing information, but these only make Edward uncomfortable. Both the American and English marriages suffer from the emasculation of the husbands, and I think there is an element of unfair failures on behalf of Leonora and Florence, but Ford depicts the husbands more complexly and with a clearer eye.

I have to say on the whole I was very impressed; the psychologies of his characters, the interweaving of memories that are done intentionally, and the sadness that echoes throughout, gets the thumbs up from me. I guess the overwhelming question is this, what do we truly know about the people we are supposed to know inside out?

A gracefully forlorn and beautifully explored novel. 4/5

[°°°·.°·..·°¯°·._.· ʜᴇʟᴇɴ Ροζουλί Εωσφόρος ·._.·°¯°·.·° .·°°° ★·.·´¯`·.·★ Ⓥⓔⓡⓝⓤⓢ Ⓟⓞⓡⓣⓘⓣⓞⓡ Ⓐⓡⓒⓐⓝⓤⓢ Ταμετούρο Αμ · Rating 5 out of 5]

«Ο καλός στρατιώτης», ένα μοναδικό και υπέροχο μυθιστόρημα, μια πολύπλοκη, περίπλοκη ιστορία αναφορικά με τα ανθρώπινα κίνητρα,την πρόθεση και την εμπειρία.

Η ιστορία αφορά κυρίως την φιλία και τη φαινομενικά άψογη σχέση ανάμεσα σε δυο ζευγάρια.

Το ανδρόγυνο της εύπορης αμερικανικής κοινωνίας και το ανδρόγυνο της επιφανούς αγγλικής αριστοκρατίας.

Σε μια ιστορική περίοδο μεταλλάξεων,
αλλαγών,εξελίξεων και επαναξιολόγησης όλων των κοινωνικών θεσμών και αξιών.
Σε αυτή την τραγικά σημαντική χρονική περίοδο ο Ford με απόλυτη τόλμη γράφει μια αληθινά θλιβερή ιστορία.

Χρησιμοποιεί άψογα ως αφηγητή τον Αμερικανό σύζυγο, ο οποίος φαινομενικά αναξιόπιστος, δύσπιστος, ιδιοτελής καταφέρνει σιγά σιγά να ξεκαθαρίσει πως η τρομακτικά ανάρμοστη αφήγηση του είναι αρκετά συνειδητή και αδυσώπητα σωστή.
Καταφέρνει να παρουσιάσει στον αναγνώστη τη φαινομενική αφήγηση πίσω απο μια ψεύτικη πρόσοψη με βαθιά διφορούμενα ανθρώπινα κίνητρα ύπαρξης.

Σε αυτό το βιβλίο ο αναγνώστης γνωρίζει τα πάντα εξ αρχής μα καταλαβαίνει ελάχιστα.
Γίνεται χρονικά μια αναδρομική αναδρομή εξελίξεων και λεπτομερειών, δίνοντας το δικαίωμα στον αφηγητή να επιστρέφει ή να πετάγεται απο το παρόν στο μέλλον και αντίστροφα ώστε να προσθέτει, να αμφισβητεί ή να δείχνει τα γεγονότα με διαφορετικό ηθικό φως.

Σχεδόν στο τέλος κάθε κεφάλαιου έρχεται μια απρόσμενη αποκάλυψη, μια συνταρακτική ανατροπή, ένα σο��αριστικό γεγονός και πάντα ο θάνατος.

Έτσι, δημιουργείται ένα ασυνήθιστο μυθιστόρημα που εστιάζει στην ψυχολογία κυρίως των δυο ζευγαριών.
Των «καλών ανθρώπων», όπως αρέσκεται να χαρακτηρίζει ο αφηγητής τους ήρωες του βιβλίου κρατώντας τον εαυτό του σε μια σκιά εξωτερικής αναζήτησης και προσωπικής δυστυχίας.

Ένα σαρωτικό κολάζ αντικατοπτρίζεται στον καθρέφτη της αντίφασης με αντικρουόμενα προσωπικά στοιχεία αγάπης, μίσους, πάθους,καθήκοντος, ματαιοδοξίας, απληστίας, δικαιοσύνης, προδοσίας, υπερηφάνειας και θεσμικών προκαταλήψεων.

Μια εκπληκτική ελεγεία που θρηνεί σιωπηλά, ψάχνοντας τα μονοπάτια που οδηγούν τον κάθε χαρακτήρα στην τελική του μοίρα.


Καλή ανάγνωση.
Πολλούς ασπασμούς.

[Eliasdgian · Rating 5 out of 5]

"Αυτή: η πιο θλιβερή ιστορία που έχω ποτέ μου ακούσει – η πιο θλιβερή."

Είναι η φράση οδοδείκτης με την οποία ο Ford Madox Ford υποδέχεται τους αναγνώστες του σε τούτο το μυθιστόρημα - κομψοτέχνημα που, διόλου άδικα, συγκαταλέγεται στα αριστουργήματα της παγκόσμιας λογοτεχνίας. Είναι η εισαγωγή και το καλωσόρισμα σε ένα κρεσέντο παθών, σε μιαν εξομολόγηση ενοχών, σε ένα δράμα που χτίζεται και κορυφώνεται τελετουργικά: σελίδα τη σελίδα, λέξη τη λέξη, ό,τι πιο μύχιο (μπορεί να) φωλιάζει στην ψυχή των ηρώων του Καλού Στρατιώτη έρχεται όλο και πιο σιμά στο φως. Όχι για να καεί, αλλά για να εξαγνιστεί.

Αυτός, ο μέγας ανατόμος των ανθρώπινων σχέσεων, ο Ford Madox Ford, αφηγείται μια ιστορία πάθους, απιστίας και εγκαρτέρησης. Δύο ευκατάτατα ζευγάρια, οι Αμερικανοί Τζον και Φλόρενς Ντόουελ και οι εγγλέζοι Έντουαρντ και Λεονόρα Άσμπερναμ, απολαμβάνουν τα καλοκαίρια τους στη γερμανική λουτρόπολη του Νάουχαιμ. Ο λόγος της παραμονής τους εκεί είναι πως τόσο η Φλόρενς, όσο και ο Έντουαρντ, ο καλός στρατιώτης του τίτλου, πάσχουν από την καρδιά τους. Φαινομενικά, πρόκειται για τέσσερις ανθρώπους που μοιάζουν να έχουν τις ίδιες προτιμήσεις και επιθυμίες, που δρουν αξεχώριστα σαν ένα σώμα, μια ψυχή. Συναντώνται για πρώτη φορά το 1904 κι ανανεώνουν το ραντεβού τους κάθε καλοκαίρι μέχρι το 1913. Εννέα χρόνια γαλήνης που διακόπτονται βίαια και με πάταγο, σαν κάθε σαθρό οικοδόμημα που ήρθε η ώρα του να καταρρεύσει:

"Αν για εννέα χρόνια είχα στην κατοχή μου ένα όμορφο μήλο που ήταν στον πυρήνα του σάπιο, κι ανακάλυψα τη σαπίλα του μονάχα μετά απο εννέα χρόνια κι έξι μήνες μείον τέσσερις ημέρες, δεν θα είναι αληθές να πω ότι για εννέα χρόνια κρατούσα μήλο; Έτσι λοιπόν μπορεί να είναι και με τον Έντουαρντ Άσμπερναμ, με τη Λεονόρα, τη γυναίκα του, και με την καλή μου και άμοιρη Φλόρενς."

Οι κατά φαινόμενο τέλειοι γάμοι των ηρώων του βιβλίου αποδομούνται καθώς ο Τζον Ντόουελ αφηγείται. Με έναν τρόπο ακανόνιστο, χωρίς συνοχή, που μοιάζει περισσότερο με λαβύρινθο, όσα διαδραματίστηκαν και σημάδεψαν τις σχέσεις των ζευγαριών της ιστορίας μας εξωθούνται στο φως. Όπως συμβαίνει πάντοτε σε κάθε λυπηρή και θλιμμένη ιστορία, ο αφηγητής της πηδάει ακανόνιστα από το παρελθόν στο μέλλον κι από το μέλλον στο παρελθόν. Σημεία που παραλείφθηκαν, αλλά έπρεπε οπωσδήποτε να θιγούν, παρεμβάλλονται κατά τον ρουν της ιστορίας, γιατί ο σκοπός του αφηγητή δεν είναι άλλος παρά να γίνουν γνωστά όλα τα επεισόδια του προσωπικού του δράματος∙ κάθε λεπτομέρεια που οδήγησε στην κορύφωσή του και κάθε υποβόσκον συναίσθημα που έφτασε ο καιρός να εκφραστεί.

Άδολοι έρωτες, ασθμαίνουσες σχέσεις, αποκαμωμένες καρδιές: που φλογίζονται και διψούν για τον έρωτα, που αρνούνται να δουν τι προμηνύει η διασάλευση των αισθήσεων που προκαλεί η παρουσία τρίτων προσώπων στο πλάνο, μεταξύ των οποίων αυτή της Νάνσι Ράφορντ, προστατευόμενης του ζεύγους Άσμπερναμ.

Τι άλλο είναι η ανθρωπότητα παρά ένα μητρώο θλίψεων, αναλοζίγεται ο συγγραφέας και θέτει ξανά και ξανά το ίδιο, αναπόφευκτα αναπάντητο, ερώτημα: "Μπορεί να υπάρξει άραγε ένας επίγειος παράδεισος όπου ανάμεσα στο θρόισμα, ανάμεσα στους ψιθύρους των φύλλων των ελιών, να μπορούν οι άνθρωποι να είναι αυτοί που θέλουν και να έχουν ό,τι θέλουν και να γαληνεύουν αμέριμνοι κάτω απ’ τις σκιές και μες τη δροσιά; Ή είναι οι ζωές όλων των ανθρώπων σαν τις ζωές μας, σαν τις ζωές των καλών ανθρώπων; Σαν τις ζωές των Άσμπερναμ και των Ντόουελ και των Ράφορντ –τσακισμένες, θυελλώδεις, αγωνιώδεις και αντιρομαντικές, περίοδοι με σημεία στίξεως, κραυγές, ανημπόριες, θανάτους, αγωνίες; Ποιος διάβολο ξέρει;"

Επιγραμματικά, όσο πιο λιτά γίνεται να ειπωθεί, ο Καλός Στρατιώτης είναι μυθιστόρημα πολλών λαμπερών αστεριών (έστω πέντε, όσο το πλαφόν της ιστοσελίδας που μας φιλοξενεί)∙ με ιδιαίτερη μνεία στο τέταρτο και τελευταίο κεφάλαιο του βιβλίου που δεν θα μπορούσε να χαρακτηριστεί διαφορετικά παρά ως απλώς μνημειώδες.

[Karen· · Rating 5 out of 5]

Oh! Propriety!

Nowadays there's a word for Edward Ashburnham. And I don't mean some modern vulgarity, unavailable to the Edwardians, something like emotional fuck-up, appropriate as that may be (or not). No, I'm thinking serial monogamist. The term is new, because the concept is new. At the turn of the 20th century there was monogamy. Or there was promiscuity: casual couplings with seamstresses, milliners, laundresses or the convenient and pliable housemaid. A taboo subject, to be spoken of in hushed tones in polite society. These affairs were of necessity casual, because the women, by succumbing to the blandishments of their suitors, had turned themselves into 'fallen' women, immediately and irretrievably. Business partners, the only question being that of remuneration or pay off when favours were no longer required.

So in an age when women were thought of as either Madonna or Magdalene, in matters of the heart, Edward is a modern man, one who sincerely believes himself in love with the object of his desire. His laughable disconnect with conventional attitudes is portrayed in grotesque mode in his dealings with La Dolciquita, the mistress of the Grand Duke of Nauheim-Schwerin. With a passion that 'had arisen like a fire in dry corn' Ashburnham is ready to declare his undying love after a single night. The Spanish lady's passions however are of the more commercial kind. With all the romanticism of a risk assessment manager, she details for him the precise financial condition (twenty thousand) that might induce her to service him as well as the Duke. Premiums, policy, twenty per cent risk stand in sharp relief to Edward's discovery that 'he was madly, was passionately, was overwhelmingly in love with her.' Poor Edward. Poor noble, heroic, respectable, stupid man, to believe in true love. John Dowell, the narrator, has a word for him. Sentimentalist. A prey to his imagined sentiments.

Serial monogamy, thus the Spanish lady is the first in a series. As one might imagine, the world of 1904 does not see this as a valid lifestyle choice. Nor does his wife truly embrace the situation, but rather tries to manage it, even anticipating his desires, arranging, paying expenses - pimping for him? She is certainly not of the disposition or religious convictions that would allow her to discreetly claim sauce for the goose as well as the gander, nor is divorce even thinkable. And like any society, the decorous world of 1904 exacts a price for aberrant behaviour. The price is high, and cannot be paid in hard currency, and will not be paid by Edward alone. Society must go on, I suppose, and society can only exist if the normal, if the virtuous, and the slightly-deceitful flourish, and if the passionate, the headstrong, and the too-truthful are condemned to suicide and madness.

What I've said so far might make this look like a fairly ornery (melodramatic?) exposé of hypocritical Edwardian sexual mores, the story of an unhappy marriage. Complexity is added by John Dowell, our narrator, being one half of a second couple, who dance an intricate minuet with the Ashburnhams. But what makes this so powerful, so mysterious, so haunting is the method of narration. Ford was a friend of Joseph Conrad. Both of them championed the technique that Ford called progression d'effet: as the story progresses it should move forward faster and faster and with more and more intensity. Well, I can testify to unmitigated success there. The start was slow, and demanded a little back and forth and round about, but from part 2 onwards the pages seemed to turn themselves, and from part 3 I'd have robbed myself of any amount of sleep to finish it.

In my recent review of Tomorrow in the Battle Think on Me (gad that sounds soooo pretentious) I mused a little on how a first person narrator could be an encumbrance or limitation. But here the opposite is the case: John Dowell's apparently haphazard way of telling this sad story adds layer upon layer. First there is the challenge of working out the chronology of events, then there are those puzzling enigmas whose true significance only becomes apparent much later, and, most engaging of all, there is the much-debated question of how much we can trust John Dowell at all. Is he disingenuous, or deliberately manipulative, or simply ignorant (as he claims)? This may be the saddest story he's ever heard - heard? But he's telling it! - but is he aware how funny he sometimes is? The delicious irony: before La Dolciquita, Edward gave himself a nasty jar when he found himself comforting a weeping nursemaid in a third class railway carriage, and went a little too far in his half-fatherly concern. The result? The Kilsyte Case. Not quite Dreyfus material, but nasty for him all the same. Multiple ironies: he was travelling third class (!) to please Leonora - see I can economise! - and would never even have met a nursemaid in first class; this, the most innocent of his affairs had the gravest of judicial consequences, and the final irony is that his brush with the law did not discourage him from more flirtation, but in fact opened up the country. Oh, and it brought him closer to his wife.

There is more, so much more than the question of marital fidelity: social classes, America and England, deception - ah deception! Dowell's wife! But I won't spoil it for you. Impressions and ideas. Our first impressions of people, how reliable are they? And Dowell disconfirms the first impressions he gives us over and over and over. Ideas, concepts: can we experience a feeling before we know intellectually that such an emotion exists? Can we feel anything that hasn't had a name put to it?

I'm certain that I will read this again, and if I wrote another review after the second reading it would probably be totally different. And again after the third. Is there any higher praise?

Re-read in July 2019: this time it's all the stuff about religion that struck me hardest.

It is a queer and fantastic world. Why can't people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has the wrong thing. Perhaps you can make head or tail of it; it is beyond me.

[Jr Bacdayan · Rating 4 out of 5]

Storytelling is about as much an art as is writing. Any piece of paper can have beautifully constructed sentences, impeccable prose, dazzling verses, yet when there simply is nothing to tell all those words are moot. The alarming strength of the Good Soldier can be found in its maze-like narration that starts off with an innocent consciousness that through the pages, like a survivor seeing a massacre unfold as a blinding mist slowly recedes, realizes one by one the sins of the world he once thought blameless. Most novels take a linear approach to storytelling, which, if anything, makes it easier to follow. But Ford Madox Ford’s novel is unbridled both by the restraints of time, and the compunction to resist the temptation of misleading his audience. Certainly there have been a whole score of writers who have attempted to untangle the deathly winding strings of chaotic storytelling, but it is Madox Ford who truly succeeds in this aspect, if not the first to render it so masterfully. And so with this novel, it is no great wonder that he deeply influenced a bevy of wordsmiths who went on to become master storytellers themselves from Graham Greene to Julian Barnes.

On the surface, the Good Soldier is a tale about two couples, one American – the Dowells, one English – the Ashburnhams, whose interconnected lives head towards a collision that would leave each of them devastated and shatter the perfectly fragile image of marriage in their souls. However upon closer inspection one realizes that this novel is truly centered on just one of them. This person, I won’t mention which, is the driving force that changes the direction of the haunted lives of the two couples. Of course, the somewhat unreliable narrator in John Dowell whose shifting account is responsible for the novel’s mysterious atmosphere is the observer whose feelings one directly learns. But as soon as the journey starts and things go on their way, one learns that his truth has always been missing a significant piece of information enough to contaminate the assumptions one holds. And thus, even though a lone figure is moving the story, each character gradually adds a distinct element of their truth to the pot of truths that will eventually reach its desolate perfection.

“We are all so afraid, we are all so alone, we all so need from the outside the assurance of our own worthiness to exist.”

This novel opens saying “this is the saddest story I have ever heard.” And, yes, there certainly is a sentimental sort of sadness that affects this work. However, frightening seems more apt to describe the sensation grasping my heart as this story progresses. It does not only depict the horrifying life of marriages tainted by infidelity but mulls over the different kinds of individuals that exist within its exclusive walls, painfully hidden from the world, all searching for redemption in a sacred union which yields only torture.

Through this novel, Ford Madox Ford shows us the terrifying reality of veiled innocence and the impending tragedy that awaits us as we learn of the horrible truths that are looming over us undetected, like a lost sheep unaware of a pack of wolves surrounding it waiting for the right moment in which lies certain death.

[Kai Spellmeier · Rating 5 out of 5]

“We are all so afraid, we are all so alone, we all so need from the outside the assurance of our own worthiness to exist.”

This novel is so stunning. Oh my god. I did not expect it to be this good.

After reading this a second time for my term paper, I'm still in awe of this book. I've never read anything quite like it. First of all, I'm glad I picked this up. We were supposed to read this for a literature class and if it wasn't for this seminar, I would never have picked up this novel in the first place, because it's 1. old and 2. that title sound super boring. Well, the title is just as misleading as this books narrator.

In the end, I should have known. Should have known that repeating "I don't know" 500 times is a good sign for a narrator's unreliability. Should have noticed the obvious mix up of dates. Should have recognised a liar when he's right in front of me. But all in all my ignorance did result in a fantastic read. Cause I never saw the many turns of events coming. Classics can be surprisingly exciting.

This book - which has the subtitle A Tale of Passion - certainly is that. It has dark desires, hidden affairs, disturbing deaths and lots and lots of despair and madness. It's fantastic. I'd love to see it adapted as a modern film, preferably by Darren Aronofsky.

I already told you enough, now it's your turn to read this book. Have fun and don't let yourself be fooled.

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[Robin · Rating 4 out of 5]

It's not that often that I read something over a hundred years old, something "literature". That was mainly what I did in university, and while I'm so glad I did, I don't find myself reaching back much any more. I am far more drawn to modern voices, and I don't see that changing. However, there is tremendous value in reading work further back in the canon, things that remain noteworthy despite the time that has passed and all that came after it, and that's why I found myself in the clutches of The Good Soldier.

I was drawn to it because it's got the reputation of having the quintessential unreliable narrator (sorry if you consider that a spoiler - but my opinion is that this is the widespread defining identifier when it comes to this novel, and one that has been circulating over a hundred years, so I don't see it as spoiling much of anything).

It's been compared to The Great Gatsby because of its narrative structure (a character narrating a story that happened in the past), to The Turn of the Screw for its ambiguity, and more recently to Patricia Highsmith's Ripley series. It's been called a shape-shifter, in that every reading reveals something different, and was beloved by Graham Greene, and is the favourite book of Julian Barnes. Its style has been described as "impressionistic".

So, I read it, needing to know what this thing did that has inspired and deeply impressed readers and writers for many decades now.

The story revolves around two couples who are friends. Two of them with heart conditions. All of them decent people. But soon, through a very meandering, fire-side type of storytelling, we learn all is not what is presented on the surface. Marriages are toxic (Liaisons Dangereuses level of toxic) and complicated, and people are both repressed and very busy doing nasty things to one another.

Relationships are fascinating to me, so this is entirely my subject matter, but I found the structure of the novel challenging and not enjoyable. The entirety of the story is told in summary, rambling and seemingly disorganized (although I'm sure that it was actually very carefully constructed by the author). Not a stitch of dramatized action, which of course allows the narrator to be as unreliable as he wants. Long diversions, long paragraphs, jumping chronologically back and forth...

It got more interesting to me around the ninety page mark, when something quite important happens, and when I was determined to see the novel through to the end. I'm glad that I did, because it's now part of my education as a reader and writer. And I do see the spectre of Henry James here, and also how this influenced The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, and perhaps even my dear Miss Highsmith. There's something true about human nature that lurks in the deceit of these pages, something timeless and even a little modern, that keeps people returning to this manipulative bit of dark magic.

[Marc Lamot · Rating 4 out of 5]

“This is the saddest story I have ever heard”, indeed, the opening lines of this book perfectly summarize the tenor of this novel. The American narrator, John Dowell, takes us into the story of the friendship he and his wife Florence had with an English couple, Edward and Leonora Ashburnham, a friendship that starts very innocently but whose dramatic ending (a suicide on each side) is immediately made clear. So there isn't much suspense there, except perhaps for the way the two victims meet their end. It soon becomes clear that infidelity and deceit dominate the intrigue, so no surprises there either.

Then what is the strength of this novel? I don't have to think about that: it's the seemingly spontaneous, engaging narrative voice. John Dowell is a tattler who takes us into a whirlwind of unlikely amorous developments, of which he - unwillingly - was the participating observer, and of which he still understands barely anything himself (or that's the impression he gives). It soon becomes clear that John is a very naive man who was misled by his wife from the start of their marriage, and who also has to admit how much he had a misguided view of the Ashburnhams. You can hardly help but feel pity and sympathy for him. But at the same time you also regularly get the feeling that he may not be completely straightforward, that his story is particularly colored, and that no matter how much he pretends to be the biggest victim, he may not be one.

Madox Ford gives the impression that this is a form of confession literature and therapeutic writing (“Forgive my writing of these monstruous things in this frivolous manner. If I didn't I should break down and cry”), in which the narrator, in an apparently impartial way, tries to discover what exactly was going on. Through Dowell Madox Ford plays a perverse game with the reader, pulling him into a whirlwind of constantly changing observations and emotions, continuously misleading him with semantic shifts in meaning in Dowell's argument (the title 'the good soldier' is one of them), and contradictory statements and emotions (the extremely warm feelings that Dowell continues to have for the Ashburnhams, for example). It is that endless accumulation of ambiguities that makes this an extremely fascinating piece of literature, very similar to the 100 year older novel Dangerous Liaisons by Choderlos De Laclos, and - why not - a predecessor of Lolita by Nabokov.

But the greatest strength of this book is also its greatest weakness: the author keeps the carousel spinning for just a little too long, in a (consciously) faltering associative narrative style, with new turns and twists every 30 pages, in a complex network of flashbacks and previews, shifts in perspective and chronology, bouts of analysis and self-reflection, and harsh dialogues, until it becomes a bit too much. Even three quarters into the book, Dowell begins a new series of developments, as if he cannot control his inner urge: “Perhaps all these reflections are a nuisance; but they crowd on me. I will try to tell the story.” At that moment you sigh, wondering what twist the story will take next. But don't worry, this remains an impressive novel, one of the really greats of interwar literature. (Rating 3.5 stars).

[Sofia · Rating 5 out of 5]

«Αυτή: η πιο θλιβερή ιστορία που έχω ποτέ μου ακούσει». Αυτή είναι η πρώτη πρόταση του Καλού Στρατιώτη και κατά την γνώμη μου η πιο περιεκτική όλου του μυθιστορήματος. Δεν είναι τυχαίο άλλωστε που ο ίδιος ο Ford είχε επιλέξει ως αρχικό τίτλο του βιβλίου το «Η πιο θλιβερή ιστορία» κάτι που δεν έγινε δεκτό από τον εκδότη ο οποίος δεν έβρισκε καθόλου δελεαστική την ιδέα να κυκλοφορήσει ένα βιβλίο με τον συγκεκριμένο τίτλο κατά την διάρκεια του Α’ Παγκοσμίου πολέμου.

Το γιατί είναι τόσο θλιβερή αυτή η ιστορία έχει πολλές απαντήσεις που όσο προχωράς μέσα της γίνονται ταυτόχρονα ξεκάθαρες και πολύπλοκες, όπως οι άνθρωποι και τα πάθη τους. Αφηγητής και πρωταγωνιστής του μυθιστορήματος είναι ο Ντάουελ ο οποίος μας διηγείται την διάλυση τόσο του δικού του γάμου με την Φλορένς όσο κι εκείνου του φιλικού τους ζευγαριού,0 Έντουαρντ και Λεονόρα Άσμπερναμ.

Με το πρόσχημα ότι ξεκίνησε να καταγράφει την παραπάνω ιστορία εδώ και κάποια χρόνια δημιουργεί μία ακανόνιστη, χρονικά και δομικά, αφήγηση πάνω από την όποια πλανάται ένα διαρκές «δεν ξέρω». Προσπαθεί να βρει επιχειρήματα για να δικαιολογήσει όλη αυτή την άγνοια ή ακόμα και την αφέλεια με την οποία αντιμετώπιζε την ζωή του αλλά ταυτόχρονα αναζητά δικαιολογίες σε μία προσπάθεια να μην ακυρώσει όλο τον έγγαμο βίο του ή την μακροχρόνια φιλία με αυτούς τους «καλούς ανθρώπους», όπως επανειλημμένα χαρακτηρίζει το ζεύγος Άσμπερναμ.

«Αν για εννέα χρόνια είχα στην κατοχή μου ένα όμορφο μήλο που ήταν στον πυρήνα του σάπιο, κι ανακάλυψα την σαπίλα του μονάχα μετά από εννέα χρόνια κι έξι μήνες μείον τέσσερις ημέρες, δε θα’ ναι αληθές να πω ότι για εννέα χρόνια κρατούσα ένα όμορφο μήλο;»

Αργά ή γρήγορα βέβαια όλα παίρνουν την πραγματική τους διάσταση και οι πρωταγωνιστές γίνονται αυτό που ήταν πάντα και καμία θρησκεία ή κοινωνικός περιορισμός δεν στέκεται ικανός να τους κρατήσει μακριά από τα ένστικτά τους.

Αυτό που κάνει όμως την όλη ιστορία πραγματικά θλιβερή είναι ότι στο τέλος «κανείς δεν πήρε αυτό που ήθελε», όπως τόσο απλά κι έντιμα παραδέχεται ο αφηγητής μας. Και όχι μόνο αυτό. Κάθε πρωταγωνιστής της ιστορίας εκπροσωπεί μία ομάδα της κοινωνίας, μιας κοινωνίας που αγκαλιάζει κάθε τι κανονικό και περιφρονεί οτιδήποτε διαφέρει από αυτό.

«Ο Έντουαρντ ήταν κανονικός άνθρωπος, αλλά υπήρχαν μεγάλες δόσεις συναισθηματισμού εντός του· και η κοινωνία δεν χρειάζεται πολύ συναισθηματισμό, δεν χρειάζεται πολλούς συναισθηματίες. Η Νάνσι ήταν ένα θαυμάσιο πλάσμα, αλλά είχε πάνω της το άγγιγμα της τρέλας· και η κοινωνία δεν χρειάζεται άτομα με το άγγιγμα της τρέλας πάνω τους.»

Ο Καλός Στρατιώτης είναι ένα μυθιστόρημα που μπορεί να διαβαστεί με χίλιους τρόπους και να σε κερδίσει με άλλους τόσους. Η μετάφραση και το επίμετρο από τον Γιώργο-Ίκαρο Μπαμπασάκη ήταν ένα αριστούργημα. Για να είμαι ειλικρινής, βέβαια, δεν περίμενα τίποτα λιγότερο από μία τόσο αγαπημένη σειρά, όπως αυτή της Aldina.

[Sara · Rating 4 out of 5]

This is a story of two marriages, a philandering husband, a controlling wife, living lies, keeping up appearances, misusing religion and pursuing happiness in all the wrong places. It is told by an unreliable narrator who scarcely seems to understand the import of the story himself. It is wonderfully constructed, gloriously convoluted, and amazingly misdirected. The narrator tells us, "I have stuck to my idea of being in a country cottage with a silent listener, hearing between the gusts of the wind and amidst the noises of the distant sea, the story as it comes." He bounces back and forth and reveals in increments and as he does, your view of the people and events changes and changes and changes again.

It is a queer and fantastic world. Why can't people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has the wrong thing. Perhaps you can make head or tail of it; it is beyond me. Indeed, it is beyond them all, because none of them seems to know what they want or what they feel, and the not knowing is a trap with serious consequences.

I liked this book tremendously. Much more than I thought I was going to when I began it. Ford almost does magic, because he makes you shift your perspective and your view and your understanding of the characters until you have flipped your impressions on their heads, but he does it without making you feel cheated or misinformed. And, so it is in life. We often form opinions on too little information. First impressions are often wrong. A small bit of information can make us see everything in a different light. And, placing blame is not always easy.

[Susan's Reviews · Rating 5 out of 5]

When I got to the ending, I realized that I had to read this book all over again. (Mild Spoiler Alert!) The unreliable narrator in this story sounds so convincing, so assured of all of his facts. It is only as the story begins to unravel towards the end that you ask yourself: what is the real truth here?
A set of wealthy friends meet annually at a German Spa. Unbeknownst to the narrator, John Dowell, his friend Edward Ashburnham was sleeping with Dowell's wife, Florence - and just about everyone else as well, it seemed.



Leonora, Edward's long-suffering wife, puts a halt to Edward's seduction of their ward, Nancy Rufford , and the body count starts piling up. Poor unsuspecting John is left to tend to poor mad Nancy when Edward seeks an end to his suffering at the end of a gun. Such sedate melodrama! What a bunch of well-dressed cads! Truly a pleasure to read.



There was an amazing 1981 film adaptation of this book starring Jeremy Brett which pretty much followed the majority of this twisted tale. I highly recommend both the book and the movie.

[Annetius · Rating 5 out of 5]

Στον καλό στρατιώτη βρήκα τη στόφα ενός καλού κλασικού μυθιστορήματος. Ύφος άψογο, λεπτομερές, βραδυφλεγές, οριακά ειρωνικό. Εγγλέζικο φλέγμα χωρίς φειδώ για τους λάτρεις. Μοιραιότητα, τραγικότητα, αφήγηση με το γάντι με ξεσπάσματα ωμής ειλικρίνειας που σε ευχαριστούν παρόλη την ωμότητά τους, γιατί σου δημιουργείται η επιθυμία να λεχθούν τα πράγματα ως έχουν, με τα σκληρά λόγια που πρέπει.

Το έργο γράφτηκε το 1915 και θα μιλήσω κυρίως για την αίσθηση που μου άφησε. Την αίσθηση ενός δράματος, μιας θλίψης, μιας συθέμελης καταστροφής που συντελείται κάτω από τα σάπια σανίδια του φαίνεσθαι. Εποχή αυστηρή, σφιχτή, οι τύποι έχουν την πρωτοκαθεδρία και η άρση τους εκπλήσσει, θαρρείς δε συγχωρείται. Άνθρωποι που δεν αφήνουν να φανεί ούτε ο πυρετός τους, άνθρωποι που κουβαλούν στα μύχια της ύπαρξής τους το προσωπικό ιστορικό και δράμα τους. Κι αν ξύσεις τον καθωσπρεπισμό, την επιβεβλημένη λεπτότητα, την ακαμψία των τρόπων, θα βρεις μια λίμνη από θλιβερά γεγονότα, που εκτυλίσσονται κάτω από το χαλί αλλά και στο φως της μέρας, που δεν είναι αυτά που φαίνονται - γιατί είναι ακόμα πιο θλιβερά- που ο αφηγητής έχοντας προσπαθήσει διακαώς να διατηρήσει τη διαύγεια και αντικειμενικότητά του για να κατανοήσει το προσωπικό του μερίδιο στην ιστορία, μας τα διηγείται άτακτα ώσπου να λάμψει η αλήθεια τους μέσα από τα σκοτάδια των γεγονότων. Τα δίπολα αναμετρώνται, πάθος και απιστία, καρτερικότητα και αδημονία, αμαρτία της σάρκας και του νου και μεταμέλεια, ρομαντισμός και σκληρότητα, τα ζάρια ρίχνονται με μαεστρία και η ζωή αποφασίζει γιατί όλα είναι συστατικά της, μερικές φορές στον υπέρτατο βαθμό, ώστε να γκρεμιστούν οι κόσμοι των πρωταγωνιστών εκ θεμελίων λόγω συγκαλυμμένης σαθρότητας.

«…μπορεί να υπάρξει άραγε ένας επίγειος παράδεισος όπου ανάμεσα στο θρόισμα, ανάμεσα στους ψιθύρους των φύλλων των ελιών, να μπορούν οι άνθρωποι να είναι αυτοί που θέλουν και να έχουν ό,τι θέλουν και να γαληνεύουν αμέριμνοι κάτω από τις σκιές και μες στη δροσιά; Ή είναι οι ζωές όλων των ανθρώπων, σαν τις ζωές των καλών ανθρώπων; Σαν τις ζωές των Άσμπερναμ και των Ντόουελ και των Ράφορντ – τσακισμένες, θυελλώδεις, αγωνιώδεις και αντιρομαντικές, περίοδοι με σημεία στίξεως κραυγές, ανημπόριες, θανάτους, αγωνίες; Ποιος διάβολο ξέρει;»

Μπορεί; Ποιος διάβολο ξέρει;

Ένα πεντάστερο κλασικό.

[Anne · Rating 4 out of 5]

The title of this novel is very interesting. "The Good Soldier" has nothing to do with the military but refers to someone who is a good member of society, someone who follows the rules. Without giving anything away, I'll just say that the "good soldier" of the title appears to himself (for most of the story) and society to be a man of propriety but this title is purposely misleading and ironic. The subtitle of this book is "A tale of passion." This phrase is more misleading than the title. Ford must have come up with this subtitle with tongue firmly in cheek. This is a tale that hides all passion behind a wall of social propriety. The passion that is alluded to is never explicitly "shown" and it takes our narrator the entire book to get closer to discussing the passions of the characters and their consequences. The truths he wants to tell are not spoken of in his world. So he blunders along trying to tell his story while at the same time not telling it, obfuscating with untruths, asides, part truths, etc.. Dowell gets closer and closer to the truth as we near the end because he does, in fact, want to tell the truth and "out" the other characters

I listened to the audiobook narrated by Kerry Shale. Shale nails the character of John Dowell, narrating him to perfection with little snide laughs here and small guffaws there, so that Dowell is saying one thing and suggesting with a snicker that what he just said isn't really true but is what one of the other characters wants us to believe. I suppose Shale is offering his own interpretation of the character, but that's fine with me. He made the book great fun (at least the first half or so). This was not the saddest story ever told at all, mostly because I didn't care for any of the characters. It is a sad story in the sense that the 4 characters represent the mores of the Victorian age and the ways of dealing with love, marriage and adultery. I think Ford's point, or part of it, is that tragic consequences arise from the need to hide many of one's feelings and actions behind a facade of propriety. That's why Dowell doesn't come right out with the story he wants to tell at the very beginning. But, if he had done do this would have made for a very short story.

[Kelly · Rating 5 out of 5]

Wow, was this well done. I almost wrote 'fantastic', but that didn't seem appropriate to the mood of the piece. It is also throughly soul-crushing, of course, but that shouldn't affect your reading plans in favor of it. It really is a must-read, I think.

The book is a thorough condemnation of the principles of Edwardian society and the Victorian society that came before it, made all the more effective by the fact that it comes from the most unlikely source, a timid, quiet American man who has happened to fall into this drama that he never wanted to be a part of. He is a throughly unreliable narrator, telling the tale "as one would to a friend by the fireside," jumping back and forth in time and giving one opinion of a person, place or event, and then remembering something else and adding in details on that later. His own personal feelings on situations also come into play, in the background, affecting his judgement in a really heartbreaking sort of way. I got as interested in the silences of the narrator as his retelling of the tale of the others around him. I think really that /his/ is the "saddest story ever told," or at least on par with the story that he is telling. The unreliable narrator convention works brilliantly here, drawing the reader into the story with a sympathy for the narrator (Mr. Dowell), as well as easily listening to the tale as if they were that friend by the fireside. I will say that it may get a bit confusing for some people, due to its rambling, wandering structure, but honestly, it is worth it in the end. It really makes it all come out beautifully.

One really does end up rooting for characters that in the "conventional" sense, would range from vain to mildly despicable to foolish, if all we got was their most basic actions and story. I don't think I have ever rooted for a man's infidelities that much in a novel. But never unambiguously. He does not allow one's opinion to be that simple on either side. Novels that are "grey" are always the best ones.

Ford Madox Ford was in the thick of the Lost Generation when he wrote this, so his very bleak outlook on life, and disllusionment with society is not an usual attitude to find. He was friends with Fitzgerald and Hemingway and Gertrude Stein, after all. It was interesting to me to note, however, the parallels between his statements on pre-World War I society and those of the primordialists, who were the primary intellectual advocates for "change", and saw Victorian/Edwardian society as inwardly rotting, full of ennui, stuck in a rut, essentially. Which is what Ford undubitably belives here. However, it is the primordiailst attitude that promoted the crowds' wild reception of World War I, the cheering masses that came out in support of it, despite how easily it could have been avoided. And yet this book supports all those passions that were a part of that movement. I cannot tell if there is some condemnation of himself in there, some self-hatred, for believing this. He asks of his reader at the end of the novel, "Who really is the villain of the piece?" He has his narrator change his opinion on that several times, and mine also changed. I'm still wrestling over it a bit.

Anyway, read it

[Jack Edwards · Rating 5 out of 5]

Never before have I read a novel in which each character was so detestable, despicable, and dishonest. Ford Madox Ford’s venture in literary impression is a fascinating exploration of the unreliable narrator’s influence, in which Dowell seems a passive voyeur, yet affects our perception of events so profoundly. I personally prefer the more cynical reading that his deliberately misleading account is all an illusion used to ameliorate the narrator of guilt, but the interpretations of this novel are endless. The reader is constantly reminded of the conscious construction of a story, and and so it reads as a desperate, vindictive attempt to manipulate. Safe to say I'm a big fan.

[Quo · Rating 4 out of 5]

The Good Soldier by Ford Madox Ford begins with John Dowell, the novel's narrator, suggesting to the reader that this is "the saddest story I have ever heard." This is the prologue to a 200 page journey into the nature of truth, the comprehension of reality, first impressions gone astray, faulty recollections and above all irony because nothing or almost nothing is as it appears in this classic work of fiction, consistently labelled a "modernist" tale. There are in fact times when the characters appear like caricatures rather than real figures meant to convey the spirit of Edwardian England.



Initially, the novel seems more like an extensive monologue full of oblique references dealing with characters who appear petulant, self-absorbed, ambivalent, supercilious & all-in-all, quite tiresome. However, gradually the tale builds the narration into something rather memorable, chiefly in support of 2 couples, with the American, Mr. Dowell, as narrator describing himself as "natty, precise, well-brushed, conscious of being rather small", almost like T.S. Eliot's Mr. Prufrock, then introducing us to Edward Ashburnham. In so doing, Dowell makes a considerable effort to portray Ashburnham as a quintessential English gentleman and beyond that "a model of goodness". With Dowell as our guide, we gain details of their wives shortly thereafter.

Dowell is in an apparently celibate marriage to an American woman named Florence who is said to be suffering from a heart condition but who seems neurasthenic, while Mr. Ashburnham is in an arranged marriage with Leonora, an Irish woman who is Roman-Catholic to his Anglicanism & is one of 7 sisters who are a drain on their father's finances. Leonora has gone almost directly from a convent existence to life with Ashburnham, a revered army officer with time in India, some achievements in South Africa during the Boer War & who has extensive land holdings in England but with whom she has absolutely nothing in common.

None of the principal characters, who first encounter each other at a fashionable spa in Germany, seem to have even a remote idea of how to endure an evolving marriage or even how to conduct an enduring relationship of any kind. It is said that "Leonora loved Edward with a passion that was yet like an agony of hatred, having lived with him for years & years without ever addressing to him one word of tenderness." They tend to reach out to one another but within a kind of void, much as those adrift might attempt to hang on to any available floating object.

I recall it being said of a oddly-matched British couple that they had a "rather English marriage", except that in the film version of a book with that name, the arrangement involved two men, one being in service to the other, with the difference being that they developed a stronger bond than Leonora & Edward were capable of. There are a string of adulteries, including Dowell's being cuckolded at the hands of the man he most reveres, an occasional suicide and frequently baffling descriptions of the main characters, one by another that seem almost contradictory.

I kept thinking of a Luigi Pirandello play I saw in NYC ages ago with Helen Hayes late in her career, Right You Are If your Think You Are where at various points the characters address the audience with the words: "And that my friends is the truth" but with each statement seeming to contradict the previous "truth". And, I was also reminded of a 1960s Alain Resnais film, Last Year at Marienbad, set at an elaborate spa, where a man & woman meet & one hearkens back to the memory of an affair between the two, when in fact they most probably have never previously met each other. The search for what is truth rather than illusion seems well beyond the grasp of the characters in The Good Soldier. Late in the novel, John Dowell, the narrator, reflects on his life:

I seem to perceive myself following the lines of Edward Ashburnham. I am no doubt like any other man; only perhaps because of my American origin, I am fainter. At the same time, I am able to assure you that I am a respectable person. I have never done anything that the most anxious mother of a daughter or the most careful dean of a cathedral would object to. I have only followed in my unconscious desires Edward Ashburnham. Well, it is all over. Not one of us has got what we really wanted. Why can't people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has the wrong thing. Perhaps you can make head or tail of it but it is beyond me. Are all men's lives like the lives of us good people--like the Ashburnhams.

One of the most telling quotes I've come upon is that by Anais Nin and would seem to serve as a coda of sorts for The Good Soldier: "We don't see things as they are; we see things as we are."

With all of this ambiguity, we have to remind ourselves that the world was a vastly different place a century ago, particularly for women who had little prospect of a meaningful career & often were referenced primarily by their spousal relationship but also for wealthy men in search of an identity not defined by their surname, kinship ties to royalty, degree of land ownership or military exploits. Beyond that, when Ford Madox Ford wrote the novel, Europe & Great Britain were on the verge of a radical social transformation that began with the outbreak of WWI.

Ford Madox Ford's best-known novel, The Good Soldier is hardly everyone's cup of tea but it has many qualities that cause one to question & to consider the variables of how each of us relates to one another, well beyond the plot & the characters who are given life within the story.



Ford Madox Ford coauthored various literary efforts with his longtime friend Joseph Conrad and was a part of the literary ferment of the early 20th century that included novelists James Joyce & Henry James, as well as poet Ezra Pound, among others. As founder of the Trans-Atlantic Review in Paris, Mr. Ford worked with the likes of Ernest Hemingway, Gertrude Stein & other writers. *The first photo image within the review is of Ford Madox Ford, while the second has from left to right: James Joyce, Ezra Pound, John Quinn (American modernist art patron) & Ford Madox Ford.

[Ana Cristina Lee · Rating 4 out of 5]

En primer lugar, aclarar que este libro, escrito en 1913, no tiene nada que ver con la guerra. De hecho el título original era 'La historia más triste', pero en el momento de su publicación, ya en los años de la primera guerra mundial, el editor le cambió el nombre para hacerlo más atractivo para los lectores del momento.

La historia trata de dos matrimonios, uno americano y otro inglés, que se encuentran en el balneario alemán de Nauheim y desarrollan una amistad duradera, en un entorno de bienestar económico y ociosidad total, que sin embargo no los conduce a la felicidad, más bien a una tragedia con muchas víctimas colaterales. No hay un culpable claro, aunque el capitán inglés Edward Ashburham - el buen soldado del título - y su búsqueda incesante del amor pasional desencadenan muchos episodios que se acumulan y acaban perjudicando a todos los que le rodean.

El matrimonio entre Edward y Leonora es poco ejemplar; ella es consciente - y a menudo cómplice - de las continuas aventuras de su marido. También tiene que vigilar su hacienda ya que Edward se despreocupa de las cuestiones económicas y continuamente pone su patrimonio en peligro. Es una mujer fuerte, austera, católica por convicción, que considera que tiene que sobrellevar todos los infortunios que le depara su marido, pero que sigue enamorada de él y no pierde la esperanza de recuperarlo. Muy triste, tan triste que me pareció poco verosímil, hasta que recordé una lectura reciente, Un hombre con atributos, la estupenda biografía de H. G. Wells escrita por David Lodge, en la que se describe la relación que tenía con su esposa Jean, que era exactamente como la de estos personajes: ella se ocupaba de toda la organización de la casa, la economía, los hijos, e incluso transcribía sus obras. Él mientras tanto - aparte de escribir - viajaba continuamente y enlazaba un enamoramiento con otro, llegando a tener hijos y hogares paralelos. Todo - o casi - se lo contaba a su mujer y a menudo contaba con su aprobación y complicidad. Así eran las cosas.

El narrador es John Dowell, un rico americano, cuyo matrimonio con Florence no es tampoco ejemplar. Su voz va variando a medida que narra los hechos y pasa de hablar de su esposa al principio con devoción, a un tono cínico cuando más adelante relata el comienzo de su relación:

Florence deseaba casarse con un caballero desocupado; quería establecerse en Europa.Buscaba un marido con acento inglés y renta de cincuenta mil dólares al año generada por bienes inmuebles, pero sin ambiciones, no obstante, de aumentar su patrimonio.

Todos ellos tienen muy claro lo que quieren conseguir pero ninguno aprecia lo que tiene en realidad y eso los llevará a un fracaso trágico. Pendientes del relato de John Dowell, narrador poco fiable pero muy adictivo, vamos dando saltos en el tiempo, y aunque ya sepamos desde la primera línea que aquello no va a acabar bien, sentimos compasión por los protagonistas, cuyos actos y esfuerzos parece que sólo logran empeorar la situación.

En el fondo, esta triste - y complicada - historia es una reflexión sobre qué puede dar sentido a la existencia; al parecer el bienestar y la falta de preocupaciones materiales, lejos de satisfacernos, a veces puede desencadenar un vacío interior peligroso, una persecución de la felicidad que conduce a la tragedia:

Todos tenemos tanto miedo y estamos tan solos que necesitamos encontrar fuera de nosotros mismos la certeza de que nuestra existencia merece la pena. Así pues, durante un tiempo, si esa pasión llega a realizarse, el hombre habrá encontrado lo que busca.

Esta búsqueda está limitada por las convenciones sociales y religiosas de la época, que son el telón de fondo de toda la historia y que en gran parte condicionan el comportamiento de los personajes, que alcanza límites inaceptables pero siempre bajo una capa de hipocresía para salvar las apariencias.

Creo que es un clásico interesante y transgresor para su tiempo, con cierta experimentación formal y un buen retrato de costumbres de la época.

[Kyriaki · Rating 4 out of 5]

“Αυτή: η πιο θλιβερή ιστορία που έχω ποτέ μου ακούσει -η πιο θλιβερή.”

Έτσι ξεκινάει ο Καλός Στρατιώτης του Ford Madox Ford, και είναι κάτι που ο αφηγητής Τζον Ντάουελ επαναλαμβάνει συχνά μέσα στην ιστορία του.

Ο Τζον Ντάουελ λοιπόν, μας αφηγείται την ιστορία μιας σχέσης και πώς αυτή έφτασε στο τέλος της. Της φιλικής σχέσης του ίδιου και της συζύγου του με το ζεύγος Άσμπερναμ. Ο Τζόν και η Φλόρενς Ντάουελ, Αμερικανοί Προτεστάντες, συναντούσαν κάθε καλοκαίρι επί 9 χρόνια τους Άγγλους Έντουαρντ και Λεονόρα Άσμπεναμ, Προτεστάντης και Ρωμαιοκαθολοκή αντίστοιχα, στα λουτρά της πόλης Ναουχάιμ. Η Φλόρενς και ο Έντουαρντ έπασχαν από την καρδιά τους και τα λουτρά ήταν μέρος της θεραπείας τους.
Εκεί τα 2 ζευγάρια ανέπτυξαν μια φιλική σχέση, μοιράζονταν κοινά ενδιαφέροντα, πήγαιναν σε δείπνα και έκαναν εκδρομές στην εξοχή.
Εννιά χρόνια όμως μετά την πρώτη τους συνάντηση όλα διαλύθηκαν και η αλήθεια χτύπησε την πόρτα του αφηγητή μας.

Στον μονόλογο του, ο Τζον Ντάουελ, προσπαθεί να διαλευκάνει το πώς ξεκίνησαν όλα και γιατί έληξαν έτσι άδοξα.
Με μια αφήγηση κάπως συνειρμική, πηδώντας χρονικά από κει κι από δω, αναλύει τα γεγονότα προσπαθώντας να καταλάβει.
Βλέπει την υπόθεση από διαφορετικές σκοπιές προσπαθώντας να αναλύσει τον χαρακτήρα του καθενός και το ρόλο που είχε στην ιστορία. Ενώ πολλές φορές ένιωθα πώς προσπαθούσε να δικαιολογήσει τις πράξεις τους. Πράξεις που, κατ' εμέ τουλάχιστον, δεν χωρούν καμιά δικαιολογία και γι' αυτόν τον λόγο ο αφηγητής νομίζω πως μου φαίνονταν, ίσως λιγάκι, αφελής.
Ταυτόχρονα με την αφήγησή του προς εμάς, ο Τζον Ντάουελ συνειδητοποιεί το μέγεθος της άγνοιάς του. Το μέγεθος της απάτης μέσα στην οποία, εσκεμμένα η μη, ζούσε, όπως νόμιζε, ευτυχισμένος.
Και παρότι, μετά από όλο αυτό, όλα όσα έμαθε, θα περίμενε κανείς να υπήρχε μια πικρία ίσως στη “φωνή” του πρωταγωνιστή, εγώ τουλάχιστον δεν την βρήκα. Ίσως μόνο μια θλίψη γι' αυτά που χάθηκαν και μια άρνηση. Άρνηση να νιώσει, να καταδικάσει, να κρίνει. Και κυρίως μια προσπάθεια να σώσει την μνήμη του γάμου του και της φιλίας του με τους Άσμπερναμ.

“Μια ιστορία πάθους” είναι ο υπότιτλος του βιβλίου και αυτό ακριβώς είναι που έλειπε από τον πρωταγωνιστή, το πάθος. Άτολμος και μέσα στην άγνοια, έζησε όλη του τη ζωή, συμπεριλαμβανομένου και των 12 χρόνων που διήρκεσε ο γάμος του.
Σε όλο το βιβλίο θαυμάζει και επαινεί τον Έντουαρντ Άσμπερναμ, το πόσο καλός άνθρωπος και στρατιώτης είναι, και ίσως μάλιστα να τον ζήλευε και λίγο. Να ζήλευε την τόλμη και το πάθος του για τη ζωή και να ήθελε να ήταν αυτός στη θέση του. Γιατί, όπως αναφέρει και το επίμετρο, ο Τζον Ντάουελ δεν ήταν τίποτε άλλο παρά ένας θεατής της ζωής.

Και μέσα σε όλα αυτά βλέπουμε και λίγο την κοινωνία της εποχής και πώς αυτή και οι συμβάσεις της καθοδήγησαν τις πράξεις των ηρώων μας. Το γεγονός ότι η Λεονόρα ήταν Ρωμαιοκαθολική σε αντίθεση με τους άλλους τρεις που ήταν Προτεστάντες. Το γεγονός ότι οι Ντάουελ ήταν Αμερικανοί, ενώ οι Άσμπερναμ Άγγλοι, αλλά και οι μεν και οι δε εύποροι, καλοί και καθωσπρέπει άνθρωποι που είχαν να διατηρήσουν ένα όνομα στην κοινωνία.

Γιατί λοιπόν η πιο θλιβερή ιστορία; Ίσως γιατί όπως λέει και ο ίδιος προς το τέλος, κανείς δεν πήρε αυτό που ήθελε και γιατί οι περισσότεροι εκεί μέσα κατάληξαν είτε νεκροί, είτε τρελοί, είτε δυστυχισμένοι, εγκλωβισμένοι σε μια ζωή που δεν ζήτησαν.


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[Georgia Scott · Rating 4 out of 5]

Before there was The Truman Show, there was The Good Soldier. That is what I feel now. At first I was breathless reading this account of betrayal. Not for its scandal. Take more than that for me to be shocked. But the narrative voice was so urgent, so awkward, so flummoxed, confused, trusting, uncouth, believing and disbelieving, angry and finally accepting . . . that I was limp after reading it.

The breathlessness I thought was signs of a heart condition. The setting of this story is after all a spa where heart patients rest and try to extend their lives. It works in that respect. That disjointed narration kept reminding me of the heart condition of characters in a time when rest was all the treatment they could expect.

There is, as in W. Somerset Maugham's short story of heart patients in a sanatorium, the dull repetitive routine of meals and gentle walks. This isn't groundbreaking material for a thriller. Yet, as in Maugham's account, The Good Soldier reminds us that the ill still have a pulse and their passions can surpass some of those who claim lifelong good health.

Now to The Truman Show. It might seem like a stretch. But think of the small town with its harmony. Dull, yet perfect in the way it's managed, it makes Truman content. Utterly. For years. And that is what this narrator is until . . . . Well, you'll just have to find out. Like the small town in The Truman Show, the heart spa is a creation just as the lives of its residents become creations.

Are you a Truman or a creator? That's the sort of question The Good Soldier nudges us to ask..

[David · Rating 5 out of 5]

The Good Soldier is so heartbreakingly beautiful. I wonder if I have ever felt so conflicted when a book came to an end, on the one hand I didn't want the experience to end - I unearthed gems on every page, gems of solemnity, disappointment, angst, and insight; on the other, each page filled me with renewed heartbreak. The "saddest story" is about two couples, the upright up-class English Ashburnhams (Edward (the eponymous, ironic "good soldier") and Leonora) and the American Dowells (John (our tragically naive or self-deceptive narrator), and Florence). Th Good Soldier is "about" two couple's disintegration, poisoned by infidelity and deception; but more deeply than that it is about the impotence of the human condition (represented in the specific and literal impotence of John Dowell). This book finishes where it begins, and the whole distillation of it can be summed up best as by John Dowell:

It is a queer and fantastic world. Why can't people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has got the wrong thing. Perhaps you can make head or tail of it; it is beyond me. Is there any terrestrial paradise where, amidst the whispering of the olive-leaves, people can be with whom they like and have what they like and take their ease in shadows and in coolness?

Why can't people have what they want? That's really the pivotal question of all literature, of everything it means to be human. Everyone wants something, someone, but can't have everything they want - and if they get everything they want, it lacks novelty and then they want novelty above all else. Because we're human, we want what we don't have, and oftenest what we can't have. Dowell's allusion to the "terrestrial paradise" - to Adam and Eve's paradise - is perfect, poignant. We give up perfection for something that is flawed but forbidden. Since it is unknown to us we cannot know it's flaws, know it's true consequences, until we break with what we have and try it. But what if to try it is to lose everything? This struggle, this self-burning passion for "something other than what we have" is elucidated by Proust, who compares our longing to "an idle harp, [which] wants to resonate under some hand, even a rough one, and even if it might be broken by it." And this tactile desire, to be touched - even if it is by a rough hand, a worse hand - is central to the dilemma of infidelity. So many eternal novels revolve on the axis of infidelity, and we read them, and we love them, we feel that we relate to them even when we are models of fidelity.

As a society we relate to these marital transgressions because we know what it's like to feel both content and dissatisfied with what we have. We don't really want to be satisfied, we want to be surfeit, and we feel that we can never know if that over-fullness of joy is possible unless we take impossible chances, risk losing everything. But few of us are really willing to risk everything if we don't have to. We feel that by discretion or mock devotion we can keep what we have while we seek what we want - and this is the Janus-faced desire at the heart of The Good Soldier. The character of Edward Ashburnam is the complete essence of this desire (though it is apparent in the four main characters), his transgressions are not about sex, nor necessarily about "love" - but about a romantic vision of what love should be, which is often defined by what he doesn't have with Leonora. Whether it is with Nancy or Florence, or any of his other mistresses, he is endlessly looking for something, but never knows what it is. But despite his errant heart, it never is willing to stray completely from Leonora. Even though she is cold to him, and grows colder, some part of him loves her to the state of devotion, of, ultimately, sacrifice of that desire and of his life.

Leonora wants nothing more than her husband's love, but she will never let herself have it. As a result at first of stifling convention of her upbringing, and her own insecurities, she cannot bring herself to give herself up to Edward. As they grow older and he strays from her, her love for him become a love only of possession and control - she controls him by forgiving him, but by inwardly hating her own forgiveness. Edward knows that he has harmed his wife, that he has made her cold to him, and his own compunction keeps him from breaking with her completely. Leonora, who has almost perfect knowledge of the melodrama happenings in the novel, perhaps wishes most, unconsciously, to have the naivete of John Dowell. Her diligent, but mirthless, hunt for knowledge, is self-immolating. She convinces herself of Edwards guilt and persecutes him with her coldness, but in doing so makes attainment of his love impossible. Her problem parallel's John's, though her knowledge makes her marriage impossible to enjoy: "If for nine years I have possessed a goodly apple that is rotten at the core and discover its rottenness only in nine years and six months less four days, isn't it true to say that for nine years I possessed a goodly apple?" Unlike Dowell, Leonora assumes from the start that Edward is rotten at the core, and so she forgoes even a honeymoon happiness.

Florence is, perhaps, the most difficult character to understand. At turns she is portrayed by her husband-cuckold-narrator in terms of pre-disillusionment idealism, and post-disillusionment vitriol; paragon of demur innocence, and reviled harlot. In some ways I think she risks everything when she marries Dowell, and then regrets it, and her's is the story of trying to escape her own choices. On the surface, she may be literally seeking sexual satisfaction, which her impotent husband cannot offer her, but I suspect her problem is not so simple. I don't think I believe that she ever really loved Dowell, but I also don't believe that she ever loved Edward either - I think that she doesn't know what love is, and perhaps equates it with some amalgam of sex and romance - two things which the painter and Edward both fulfill her with. But love has to have some element of spiritual, passionate devotion, something that is adds value to the Self and adds value to the Other - something like looking though a window at the one you love, but seeing also your reflection in the glass. Florence can only see through the medium, she can only picture the value of the other, as something which has a set price, and which she can shop for, she never receives anything in her extra-marital exchanges, at least nothing like what Dowell is willing to offer her - everything he has, everything he can be. And she throws it away, and sometimes we all do that. We throw away something either because we see something better, or maybe we throw it away by accident, by forgetfulness.

Despite the difficulties, the heartbreak, despite the cruel ironies and bitter inconsistencies of the Ashburnams (primarily) and the Dowells (secondarily), this is a truly beautiful novel - a testament that all human emotion, even pain, has beauty. What struck me most was John Dowell as the narrator, his constant back-and-forth dance in time, the strange significance on coincidence and the date of August 2, when many of the novel's events take place, though years apart, made me question his mental faculties. Health is so recurring a motif in the novel, the weak "hearts" of Florence and Edward, the sanatorium in Nauheim where they meet, the confused illness of Florence's family, etc. and the claim that Nancy has become an invalid at the end. But we never hear about how the psyche of Dowell survived the self-styled saddest story, at least not directly. This novel, which I love, which is perhaps one of my favorites for ever, owes its complete brilliance of emotion, splendor of style, and so forth, to it's narrator - the wonderfully crafted and contradicted and confused John Dowell. I was lulled and enchanted by his solemn insightfulness, his somber story-telling, his impotent view of the human condition. I love Dowell. He is naive, he is imperfect and flawed, he self-deceives and is too-quick to trust those who deceive him - but that's so human, and I sympathize with him at the same time as I criticize his human foolishness.

[Chris · Rating 4 out of 5]

Today’s special from the bill of fare: Crow. Market Price. Served with a complimentary slice of stale pumpernickel and a glass of river water.

I really did not think I was going to enjoy this book one bit; I also erroneously believed it was included in the collection of crap known as Time’s ‘100 Best 20th Century Novels’, and the fact it isn’t is probably why it was actually enjoyable. This is, however, included on several other ‘hits lists’, such as the ridiculous 1001 Books to Read Before You Die (which is basically 901 lame entries longer than Time’s list) and Another Preposterous List of Over-Hyped Books by Some Barmy Old Codgers Adorned With Glowing Accolades For Their Thorough Understanding of Meritorious Literature. After reading “The Good Soldier”, I have no problem offering my own totally unfounded pronouncement that this book should be considered for inclusion on any such list.

This is the second story in a row for me (following Martin Amis’s “Success”) in which the central gimmick of the tale is unreliable narration and point of view; and while the p.o.v. and narration are always a key factor to a story, in both of these cases the importance and bearing is decidedly pronounced, every event must be considered and weighed in light of the narration before attempting to discern its ultimate reality. I tend to look at these stories in the light that the author knows that the fibers of the yarn they’re spinning aren’t unique nor profound, but the way in which it is spun is compelling; thus to me it’s more of an exercise in writing than captivating storytelling.

Narrating “The Good Soldier” is Captain Oblivious, better known as John Dowell to his extremely small group of friends, who readily admits that he isn’t a very perceptive fellow, nor is he very good at getting across a story in a straightforward fashion, so he begs that the reader understand that his intention is to lay this saddest of stories out in a fashion as though he was sitting by the fire with a close and attentive confidant (and a bottle of brandy), simply discussing any pertinent events as they come to mind regardless of their rightful chronological juxtaposition. I actually found the technique effective at making John Dowell an extremely likeable character, but at the same time it does completely strip away much of the oomph which should be imparted by any event that might be seen as pivotal or climactic: by page ten you already know the unfortunate outcome of the story, all that is left is to get the details, a difficult feat when your narrator has powers of perception trumped by those of an aardvark in a sensory deprivation tank. There is no way you can really create a ‘spoiler’ for this work, at least not for anyone who has so much as begun reading it.

Capt. Oblivious has to get this story off his chest, and so he’s telling it to you, dear reader. It concerns his deceitful trollop wife, Florence, and the couple which they are best friends with, the well-shod Edward and Leonora Ashburnham. The foursome meet for the first time in Nauheim, Germany, at a spa reputed for their effectiveness in combating cardiac problems, which is required for the well being of Florence Dowell and Edward Ashburnham, and proceed to accompany each other for the next decade to Nauheim, outwardly portraying the ideal friendship of two affluent, successful, and loving couples. Little does anyone know that beneath this veneer, things are worse than can even be imagined, and interestingly enough, Captain Oblivious seems to be on the outside looking in as well, clueless as to what transpires after his nightly blackout from overindulgence of gin. But, it’s been some time since the blinders were removed from our narrator, who has taken his time to collect his thoughts and connect the dots, and he can now make some sort of sense of the proceedings.

Both couples are of good social standing in polite society, or ‘Good People’, as John Dowell assures us often. Both men proudly hail from old, established wealth, and Edward ended up with Leonora due to an arranged marriage of sorts, and John pursued Florence for what seems like no better reason than to acquire a trophy wife while shirking anything resembling employment or social responsibility (had World of Warcraft existed at the time, he’d probably never have bothered, and would have set a Guiness World Record for most hours logged of online play). The couples share one very interesting aspect in their unions; it appears that neither has ever consummated their marriage. The reasons for this strange lack of passion are similar; Edward Ashburnham is an english Adonis whom women clamor for the attentions of, and he makes sure to perform the gentlemanly duty of never denying a lady, and Florence Dowell was (unbeknownst to Captain Oblivious) quite the tramp before John ever made her acquaintance. John, who has absolutely no clue as to what is going on, is under the belief that Flo has a heart condition, and that the act of lovemaking might potentially sound her death knell, thus the trips to Nauheim and other strange facets of her behavior, which all reek of subterfuge to the normal human. Leonora is completely aware of Edward’s infidelities, which have all taken the form of long-term ordeals with increasing passion for his partners, but in order to maintain the façade of Good People, she dutifully covers these transgressions up, while also taking over her husband’s business affairs to prevent them from financial ruin due to his nature as a wastrel.

As absurd as it may seem, the easiest time that Leonora has ever had keeping the rest of society’s upper crust from discovering her husband’s true nature is in suppressing the trysts which Edward and Florence have been continuing for years. Naturally, if this knowledge never saw the light of day, there wouldn’t be a story.

There isn’t a whole lot that keeps me from giving “The Good Soldier” a full five stars. I’ll say this is a four-and-a-half, but will round it down, for the following reasons:

First, the end of the novel seems to taper off. I understand that there is a lapse in the amount of time that has passed in the narration itself when John Dowell resumes to tell Part IV, and I interpreted this to be representative of his preoccupation with changes in his lifestyle (most notably Ms. Rufford’s presence), a marked descent into melancholia, and generally a lack of enthusiasm to find the right fit for the remaining puzzle pieces. This is all good and well, but the first three parts are so ecstatically told, that I couldn’t really enjoy his festering ennui.

Secondly, his continuous praise of Edward Ashburnham. The way Ford approaches the narration manages to make even despicable frauds like Edward and Florence likable, no easy feat, and Dowell’s conviction even made me like the guy. But his praise was incessant, and left me wondering which of the Dowells Edward was actually buggering.

Lastly, one thing which I still haven't quite wrapped my head around; so I don’t know whether to call this a positive or a negative. It is mentioned repeatedly that prior to his ugly demise, Edward went on a long-winded speech/apology/rant to John. As I was personally craving to hear it, it was a tremendous let down that it is completely left out of the story!! Or is it? (cue Twilight Zone music). Sure, Dowell admits to having skipped many significant details from lack of proper recollection, but he does make reference to Edward’s Grand Pronouncement about 30 times, and each reference connects it to some event or sentiment. Could this great confession be surreptitiously dispersed throughout the novel, and one could go back and reconstruct the gist of it themselves? If so, it’s possible that this might be the cleverest trick in storytelling I’ve personally been subjected to. Or I suppose I could just be really baked.

[Michael Finocchiaro · Rating 3 out of 5]

This book started out really interesting as what looked like a story of swinging couples in England in the early 20th century with humor and pizzaz. However, as I approached and passed the mid-point of this short iconic novel, I got less and less interested in the lives of the protagonists and completely disengaged from the rising death toll. Perhaps I was spoiled by Fitzgerald about these kinds of stories of self-delusion or perhaps his style just wore on me until I was tired of it. Unfortunately, this was less enjoyable a read than I had hoped.

Perhaps it has just poorly aged. I just reread The Sun Also Rises which is a similar story (Cohn heading off with Brett, Mike staying with Jake and Richard with Edna) and similar background (Paris and other European locations in the 20s), but Hemingway's evocation of the Lost Generation just echoes so much stronger for me!

[K.D. Absolutely · Rating 3 out of 5]

He is found lying in the pool of his own blood at the entrance of his bakery. He has slit his throat with a sharp knife. Have you seen how a chicken is killed in the kitchen? The butcher or the cook does not fully decapitate the chicken right away. He first slits the chicken’s neck and collects the blood in a saucer with raw rice. This blood in rice can be added to the viand later together with the rest of the chicken meat.

The man, likened to the chicken, was the husband of my paternal grandfather’s sister. He killed himself because he found out that his wife was having an affair with their baker. It remains as one of the biggest scandals in the history of our island-town unequaled even up to now. It’s just that only the really old people could still recall the story told to them by their parents. All those who lived during that time are already dead. It probably happened at the same time, 1910-1914, when Ford Madox Ford (x) wrote this book, The Good Soldier.

I am not sure what went on during those years. As another example, in her lifetime, my paternal grandmother had 3 husbands. Maybe it was because of the wars had directly or indirectly had some effects to the needs, I don’t want to say libido because they were my ancestors, or morale of their generation. Maybe because of fear (from war and chaos), they wanted to have a stronger assurance, through amorous illicit affairs, from somebody that their legal partners could not provide.

Ford originally thought of giving this book, The Good Soldier the title The Saddest Story as he begins his narration with the line ”This is the saddest story that I heard so far.”, I read 400+ novels and I can say that this, indeed, is one of the saddest novels I’ve read so far.

It is a story of two couples, 2 of them plus one of the mistresses die before the story ends. One American couple, John Dowell, the narrator and his wife for nine years, Florence goes to Europe because Florence wants to live there.. Their marriage cannot be consummated because Florence has a heart problem which later gets divulged to be untrue as she is having an affair with Jimmy the cabin boy. In Paris, the John and Florence meet and English couple, Edward who has plan to join the British army and John sees him as a perfect gentleman (thus the title The Good Soldier) and Leonora, the devout Catholic woman. I will not spoil it by telling you the complete plot. Suffice it to say that the way Ford made their lives interwoven is so disturbing that it made me recall the stories from generations past of my own lineage.

Does infidelity run in my blood? I hope not.

I am rating with 3 stars for two reasons: (1) I understand that the narrator wants himself to be just an observer and he shows indifference to the story. For example, when asked the question how does it "feel to be a deceived husband?" and he can only respond with the answer: "Heavens, I do not know. It just feels nothing at all." This is quite unbelievable. Well, based on the story of my forefather who had to kill himself because of his wife’s treachery or deception; (2) For quite some time now, I have been trying to read war novels and the title deceived me. There is not a single war scene in this book. This is about passion, adultery, deception, murder, suicide, etc. but not war. The rambling-like narration is understandable because John Dowell is part of the story and telling everything once again should be painful for him. Thus the sporadic and fragmentary recall of the incidents is justifiable and for me, makes the story more interesting as far as form is concerned.

[Shane · Rating 2 out of 5]

This is indeed a sad story, where no one gets what they want.

Based on a true story and revolving around two couples, one English the other American, and narrated by the American husband, this novel is told in an experimental style. When I mean told, there is very little dialogue and most of the incidents come out in dribs and drabs, out of sequence, and from a rather unreliable narrator who constantly contradicts his statements. The narrator goes over old ground frequently, mostly trying to reconcile events in his own head, expanding on an already recounted incident or reversing it. A jumbled picture emerges, both of the characters and the storyline.

The plot is thin: the English wife is frigid and the American wife has a weak heart. Consequently both marriages have not been consummated. The English wife, a Catholic, is content to preserve her husband’s peccadilloes, covering them up, paying blackmail and helping to cut their losses by running the family finances frugally. The American husband is rich, has never worked in his life, is a bit of a dullard yet is content to protect his fragile wife and her health. However, the American wife and the English husband are having an affair and cheating on their partners in the meantime. All are well meaning individuals and are bound by the conventions of their cultural and social standing. It does not require much imagination to figure out the tragic ending.

I suppose the author was experimenting with a new style and he achieves it with this novel, for it takes concentration to read and unravel the various story threads from the messy tangle in which they are presented. Is it a style I prefer? No. I can understand why Madox Ford complained bitterly that although he was Hemingway’s senior and mentor and was responsible for 80plus books and the founding of two noteworthy literary journals that gave debuts to well known writers such as Wyndham Lewis and D.H. Lawrence, he never achieved the recognition he was due. Experimental forms are always going to take place, but to be successful they need to strike a chord with readers. This book unfortunately did not strike any with me.

Madox Ford is left praising his own novel in the long dedicatory letter to his wife that prefaces this book, in which he refers to The Good Soldier being “the finest novel in the English language” more than a couple of times in more than a couple of indirect ways. I beg to differ.

[sAmAnE · Rating 4 out of 5]

شروع داستان: " این غم‌انگیزترین داستانی است که به عمرم شنیده‌ام...

به قول راوی داستان دو تن از مردم نجیب را در این کتاب می‌خوانیم. ادوارد و لئونورا.
سروان ادوارد اش‌برنهام، کارآزموده‌ی خدمت در ه��د، صاحب ملک،عالی، فوق‌العاده مهربان و امین و ساعی، که به عنوان یک سرباز خوب از وی یاد شده. اما جلوتر که می‌رویم متوجه می‌شویم که راوی با زیرکی قادر به بیان رابطه‌های پنهانی ادوارد است و سادگی و حسن‌نیت لئونورا (همسر راوی) را در جای جای کتاب به رخ می‌کشد. اما به راستی ساده‌لوحی از آن کیست؟ و نهایتا به چه فردی ساده می‌گویند؟
حالا اینکه چرا راوی با این وسواس به بررسی زندگی خانوادگی ادوارد و روابطش با زنان دیگه می‌پردازه، خودش جای تأمل دارد. چرا در افراد جوان رو به میانسال، چرا درسن‌های سی سال به بالا و چرا در افرادی که موقعیت اجتماعی خوبی دارند....

کتاب بسیار جالبی بود درباره‌ی لایه‌های پنهان و شخصیت‌های متفاوت افراد مختلف. اینکه اثرات اعتماد در روابط اولیه با مردم در زندگی اجتماعی و مسائل کاری، ضروری است؟



جزو لیست برترین رمان های انگلیسی گاردین

[Antonomasia · Rating 3 out of 5]

I don't think it's a good idea to read and review books know you won't like, unless you're being paid for it, or trying to get decent marks in a course that has them on the syllabus. Even so, I do it occasionally too. For this list, I needed one Ford Madox Ford book. The subject of Parade's End appealed somewhat more - though not a lot - and I avoided watching the TV series partly in expectation of one day reading the book. But I've never been terribly keen on the subjects of Ford's books - and late Victorian to circa 1919 is the period of history I'm least interested in, especially when it comes to the sort of upper-class minutiae often found in classic novels. So it would have been a tall order to expect myself to read a book as long as Parade's End. (These days it is published and apparently thought of as one novel, so I wouldn't have felt like I'd read Ford if I'd only read the first book of it.)

But The Good Soldier? I'd been looking warily at it for years. It looked like my idea of boring. I'm not interested in novels about well-off people having affairs, unless the setting is one I find compelling. But over the last few months, the sheer brevity of The Good Soldier - the default edition on GR is unusual in having over 300 pages; in most it's much shorter - plus something I hadn't quite registered before, its placement on a lot of all-time best books lists, including the 1001, made me decide to read the thing after all.

With a book like this, both short and something I probably wouldn't enjoy, I should really run at it and read it in two days, to get it over and done with (as I did with Updike's Rabbit, Run a couple of months ago) but that didn't happen. It was about 10 days before I'd even finished the introduction. The intro is very thorough in this Penguin Classics edition, and, as I read, my expectations of the novel fluctuated. Oh great, it's an unreliable narrator *as well*. But there are lots of details of social history? Cool, maybe this will be okay after all. The prospect of the interesting details being swamped by an unreliable narrator who was unreliable even with some of his historical factoids, *and* the affair story, *and* the 1900s-early 1910s setting, made me both apprehensive and bored. But it's simply a short novel, it's hardly the worst thing in the world.

And it wasn't really. The conversational narration reminded me of the way a few friends and acquaintances speak and write, especially people who tend towards the eccentrically vintage, so that was rather comfortable of it. (But does that mean the American narrator, John Dowell, sounds too English?) The details, especially about places the characters visited, were, in Part One (of Four) agreeably and distractingly dense, and nearly all well annotated. (Occasionally obscure things were missed, and occasionally there was over-annotation - the overlap is surely negligible between people who'd read a Penguin Classic of The Good Soldier and people who don't know who George Washington was, or why Henry VIII broke with Rome.)

I was amused by Florence and Leonora's polite duel about whose general knowledge of their sightseeing destinations was better - it reminded me of the first few days of university, when about four of us would, in turn, casually bring up increasingly obscure bands in the assumption we would impress or intimidate the others, and, essentially, win. (But it turned out we had all heard of the same stuff - on account of listening to the same radio shows and reading the same publications, there being a narrow range available in the 90s - and those who hadn't, didn't care anyway). It is interesting, and perhaps quite unusual in male-authored classic fiction of this age, that it is the women of the two couples who are more educated and knowledgeable, with the men either somewhat dullards, or with talents in other areas - such as soldiering, if certain things are to be taken at face value, which it seems almost nothing should be in this novel.

Though once it got to Part Two, the details about places visited associated with King Ludwig or Martin Luther (during the two couples' holidays at Nauheim, a German spa) began to peter out, in favour of more interpersonal drama and tales of imperial voyages back and forth between England and India. (In The Good Soldier, unlike in, for example, many Dickens novels, the existence of Empire is explicit* - and to an extent it's even shown how it contributes to the wealth of the British upper class: the Ashburnhams go to India for several years to save money, renting out their Hampshire country house, and do very well out of it.) And I kept thinking about how I just couldn't bring myself to care about these characters. I've already read too many of these affair novels about well-connected people. I started getting bored with them around 2005. (When Zadie Smith's On Beauty was published.) The Good Soldier was a novelty as an English novel in 1915: Ford was inspired by 19th century Continental novels of adultery; and shortly after the time of publication, a friend of his described it as "the best French novel in English" (in Bradshaw's intro). But any such sense of fascinating novelty has long worn off this plotline qua plotline, it having become such a commonplace of English literary fiction in the second half of the 20th century. I only find this sort of story of relationship awfulness engaging if it's a friend who needs listening and support, or during one of those fleeting compulsions to read about some celebrity scandal.

I was really glad of the attention in David Bradshaw's introduction to discrepancies and minutiae of the narrative - it made for much less work during the actual reading process, as it seemed that more points than not had already been mentioned there. If you want a detailed analysis of the issues with John Dowell's exhaustingly contradictory narrative, and debates about whether or not and why they were intentional on the part of the author, just look there. (The only instance that interested me which wasn't analysed there was that Dowell, an American Quaker, knew Catholic liturgy very well well - there was no mention of his attending church regularly with the Catholic characters, the only way he might have picked it up - and quoted the King James Bible.) Bradshaw's suggestion that Dowell has a secret crush on Edward Ashburnham also went a long way to make the novel more entertaining.

Dawdling through the book, though frequently bored, I did find a few things interesting.

There aren't many novels in which multiple characters mostly in their twenties and thirties have chronic health issues (weak hearts, without the specificities of late 20th-early 21st century diagnoses). They are rich - not just reasonably well-off, but rich - which obviously makes things somewhat easier for them, as not only can they easily afford not to work, but it's the norm for their class anyway. Though in the 1900s-1910s there was a very limited amount that could be done to help, or to check what was wrong, however much money you had. It's interesting (and in literary terms perhaps ahead of its time) for showing that such people want to try to live quite normal lives, and have interests and meanings in life other than their health, without making a big thing of this. It gets away from the angelic invalid trope of American novels such as Little Women and Pollyanna, by showing a variety of moral inclinations among the characters, and that women with these illnesses also have sex drives. There is insight about the problematic dynamics of caring relationships crossing over with romantic/marital relationships, and how different temperaments act. (It's something understood as very important in relevant sectors of work, such as disability and carer services, and psychology, but which seems practically invisible elsewhere.) Edward Ashburnham is one of these people who wants/needs a poor thing to take care of, and tends to be attracted on that basis - but, as is not uncommon, he has problems of his own; it was interesting and unusual to see this intertwined with aristocratic noblesse oblige. Meanwhile, Dowell seems to have ended up unwittingly in the role he calls "nurse-attendant", as he knew very little about Florence before they married (and latterly is unsure if she had the heart problem she thought/said she had inherited, because her uncle turned out, after death, not to have it himself). Yet despite having found the role burdensome, he seemingly can't help but repeat it towards the end of the novel. Perhaps because Ford was writing before theories such as codependence became popular, he shows more nuance and complication to these characters, and therefore a greater sense of realism, than might later authors who had case-study templates available.

The litany of ways in which Edward Ashburnham was considered an exemplary man in the pre-First World War era - including not only military heroism, but compassion as a magistrate, and supporting his tenants in difficult times - indicate how, as some recent commentary shows (example), how Anglo-American popular culture's ideas of masculinity have narrowed in recent decades to be increasingly concentrated on aggression, achievement and physicality. Alongside Dowell, who describes himself several times as a 'nurse-attendant', on one occasion says Ashburnham used him as a listening ear "like a woman or a solicitor", and several times suggests he is not as much of a man (e.g. fainter) than some - there is a degree of gender-role reversal in the novel. Leonora's money management, arguably, can be related to other stereotypes of wives as killjoys, and it was already quite typical for working-class women to control the family purse-strings in some areas of Britain, but for an upper-class Edwardian woman to be the best manager of the estate and finances in a serious (not comic) novel, is perhaps unusual. (I daresay there were proportionally more in real life than in novels.) And as mentioned above, both Leonora and Florence are the more intellectual in their marriages; nowadays, more girls than boys are going to university, so not unusual in contemporary context- but around 1900-1910 it wasn't a cultural norm for upper-class women to be more educated and cultured than upper-class men. (Edward Ashburnham subscribes to that false dichtomy that one can't be both sporty/martial and intellectual, though he is a fan of "sentimental novels".)

Towards the end of the book, what perhaps held my interest the most, and most nerdily, was to put all the mentioned sums of money through historical inflation calculators. These characters are, or are verging on, international super-rich. (The Dowells as a couple qualify as ultra-high net worth under the contemporary definition of $30m, although the Ashburnhams don't.) Florence is worth on her own $20m, her uncle left $38m, and Edward Ashburnham was worth about £11m. The largest amounts as they are written in the novel ($1.5m and $800 000) sound, to a UK reader in 2019, merely like the price of a nice big house in the South of England - still out of many people's reach, but not a stately home - and therefore it's easy not to notice how rich the characters actually were. Did it require an American narrator to talk about such large sums of money so frequently, because it would have been too vulgar for a Brit? To convert the amounts to current monetary value emphasised both how far removed from normal life the characters must have been, and that the novel is set at the tail end of the Gilded Age.

All of the five main characters had feelings or behaviours that I could connect with at times, or which reminded me of people I knew - often very well described. Occasionally, there were some great metaphors for relatively mundane things - "so this is why it's a classic" moments. A couple of favourites:
-"a tune in which major notes with their cheerful insistence wavered and melted into minor sounds, as, beneath a bridge, the high-lights on dark waters melt and waver and disappear into black depths."
-"I would grumble like a stockbroker whose conversations over the telephone are incommoded by the ringing of bells from a city church".
(Especially by beeing in the first person, this reminded me of being unable to concentrate on reading because of the loud calling of cuckoos, a declining species.)
It wasn't immediately obvious why The Good Soldier is a modernist novel, as it's a type of narrative that's common today - unreliable narrator, conversational style. But compared with many classic 19th century British novels, it is a radical departure: Dowell's admissions of confusion, the probably-intentional errors of fact (which shakiness could be seen as heralding the beginning of the end of Empire and of the cultural impact of WWI); the doubling back in conversation to things forgotten, an un-English, very non-U degree of romantic melodrama. (Though the last two also resemble 18th century epistolary bestseller Pamela.) Melodrama is easily dismissed by those with comfortable, predictable lives, which is why it has been out of favour with the critical establishment in the West for decades - but here are people with materially comfortable lives doing melodrama. There is a lot going on that's interesting in The Good Soldier, yet it wasn't enough to grant me enthusiasm for the characters and their world, and, although I had the time and energy to finish this short book considerably more quickly, it ended up taking me over two weeks because I just wasn't interested enough to read about them for long stretches of time.


* A tangent from this quotation from Gayatri Spivak: "It should not be possible to read 19th-century British literature without remembering that imperialism, understood as England’s social mission, was a crucial part of the cultural representation of England to the English” - and a recent Twitter thread by US literature prof Manu Samriti Chander.

The painting on the cover of this edition is a detail from La Visite by Félix Valloton (1899).

[Ιωάννα Μπαμπέτα · Rating 5 out of 5]

Ιδιαίτερο βιβλίο! Δίσταζα να το διαβάσω αλλά πείστηκα τελικά από τα σχόλια ανθρώπων που εκτιμώ εδώ στο goodreads.
Ο Τζον Ντόουελ είναι ο αφηγητής και είναι πραγματικά εξαιρετικός. Είναι ειλικρινής γι’ αυτό και σκληρός κάποιες φορές. Ακανόνιστη αφήγηση με μπρος και πίσω στον χρόνο που όμως κυλάει τόσο ωραία και κάνει τον αναγνώστη να αγωνιά αν και γνωρίζει την τύχη των πρωταγωνιστών.
Ένα ψυχογράφημα που ουσιαστικά δεν μιλά για καλούς και κακούς ανθρώπους, αλλά για ζωντανούς ανθρώπους. Άντρες και γυναίκες με πάθη, ελαττώματα και ενοχές.
Ποιος είναι τελικά ο αδικημένος; Ποιος ο καλός και ποιος ο κακός; Δεν υπάρχει απάντηση κι αυτό ήταν που μου άρεσε περισσότερο στον Καλό στρατιώτη. Δεν παίρνεις το μέρος κανενός συγκεκριμένα. Απλά παρατηρείς, συμπάσχεις.
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