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The Forsyte Chronicles #2.5
Пробуждение. Интерлюдия
Новелла-интерлюдия "Пробуждение", написанная автором в 1920 году, предваряет очередной роман Саги о Форсайтах "Сдается Внаем".
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First published January 1, 1920
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John Galsworthy
2,422 books474 followersLiterary career of English novelist and playwright John Galsworthy, who used John Sinjohn as a pseudonym, spanned the Victorian, Edwardian and Georgian eras.
In addition to his prolific literary status, Galsworthy was also a renowned social activist. He was an outspoken advocate for the women's suffrage movement, prison reform and animal rights. Galsworthy was the president of PEN, an organization that sought to promote international cooperation through literature.
John Galsworthy was awarded the Nobel Prize in literature in 1932 "for his distinguished art of narration which takes its highest form in The Forsyte Saga."
In addition to his prolific literary status, Galsworthy was also a renowned social activist. He was an outspoken advocate for the women's suffrage movement, prison reform and animal rights. Galsworthy was the president of PEN, an organization that sought to promote international cooperation through literature.
John Galsworthy was awarded the Nobel Prize in literature in 1932 "for his distinguished art of narration which takes its highest form in The Forsyte Saga."
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May 7, 2023
Forsyte Sage ep 2.5: To be honest, this almost got just one star, it was that twee.
A bit of a mawkish irritating misstep in the Forsyte Saga this. Luckily it’s only short, and I know these interludes are simply a way of indicating time passing between the novels, this one just annoyed me. It was like Galsworthy took all the worst, most insipid, sugary sweet and asinine aspects of Christopher Robin and threw them into this tale of a posh 6 year old, whose raised by their nanny and gardener, only seeing his parents before being put to bed.
We see Jon, the son of Irene and Jolyon the second (actually he’s YET another Jolyon, but Jolyon, Jo and Jolly have all already been used, so Jon he is) use his imagination and read some books and play in the garden and he’s yet another male who falls in love with Irene (the irresistible nature of Irene to every single man is one of the few false steps in the Saga, because she never really does anything to warrant quite so much adoration).
After 40 pages of this twaddle of a grown man pretending he’s in the head of a particularly annoying child I fall back on Dorothy Parker’s summing up of her review of Milne’s House at Pooh Corner “Tonstant Weader Fwowed up.”
A bit of a mawkish irritating misstep in the Forsyte Saga this. Luckily it’s only short, and I know these interludes are simply a way of indicating time passing between the novels, this one just annoyed me. It was like Galsworthy took all the worst, most insipid, sugary sweet and asinine aspects of Christopher Robin and threw them into this tale of a posh 6 year old, whose raised by their nanny and gardener, only seeing his parents before being put to bed.
We see Jon, the son of Irene and Jolyon the second (actually he’s YET another Jolyon, but Jolyon, Jo and Jolly have all already been used, so Jon he is) use his imagination and read some books and play in the garden and he’s yet another male who falls in love with Irene (the irresistible nature of Irene to every single man is one of the few false steps in the Saga, because she never really does anything to warrant quite so much adoration).
After 40 pages of this twaddle of a grown man pretending he’s in the head of a particularly annoying child I fall back on Dorothy Parker’s summing up of her review of Milne’s House at Pooh Corner “Tonstant Weader Fwowed up.”
October 26, 2018
This interlude follows the second book of the Forsyte saga. Mercifully short since it was so sugary it might have given me indigestion. Maybe the little info that it contains is important for the third volume. We'll see.
April 25, 2013
This short story is an absolute charmer. It’s a beautiful interlude within the larger story, and an even more beautiful glimpse into those enchanted days of early childhood. Simply gorgeous.
September 2, 2025
“A child of 1901, he had come to consciousness when his country, just over that bad attack of scarlet fever, the Boer War, was preparing for the Liberal revival of 1906. Coercion was unpopular, parents had exalted notions of giving their offspring a good time. They spoiled their rods, spared their children, and anticipated the results with enthusiasm. In choosing, moreover, for his father an amiable man of fifty-two, who had already lost an only son, and for his mother a woman of thirty-eight, whose first and only child he was, little Jon had done well and wisely.”
The child of Young Jolyon and Irene is growing up and awakening to beauty, and becomes the latest in a long line to become enchanted by the loveliness of his mother.
A very sweet little interlude and introduction to yet another generation of Forsytes, as I look forward to the final volume of the saga.
The child of Young Jolyon and Irene is growing up and awakening to beauty, and becomes the latest in a long line to become enchanted by the loveliness of his mother.
A very sweet little interlude and introduction to yet another generation of Forsytes, as I look forward to the final volume of the saga.
August 23, 2025
Irene deserved a daughter instead of that annoying son of hers
May 27, 2019
A nice short interlude between book 2 and 3 of this series. It introduces us to the 3rd Jolyon who is called Jon. We meet him as a little boy of 9 who is just discovering the world. He is influenced by books and eventually his love of his mother who points out all the beauty in the world. I get a feeling we will have him play a large part in the next book, To Let, as well as in the future Forsyte novels.
June 5, 2018
I'm pretty sure the first time I read the Forsyte Chronicles, I skipped over this little gem. Last night, I read it with a whole new appreciation, because now I am a mother to a precocious little boy.
November 27, 2024
"Awakening" is a short interlude story about Irene and Jolyon's young son, Jon who is still fairly young regarding his thoughts and actions during his boyhood, his thoughts on beauty change after his mother and father return from a six week vacation in Ireland. Jon compares his caregiver who was always with him until she married and his mother, who he knows his father loves her more than himself. The religious exchanges in this and the other novels, is very skeptical and his mother basically telling her son that when he grows up he can decide, it seems little interference in his religious education. It is sad when a parent is unclear and the child wavers on his own, this does not favor too well for the youngster later in life. I enjoyed this mostly to see how Irene and Jolyon are fairing, he adores her, they are still happy in each other.
Story in short- Young Jon looks for adventures and living a kind of lonesome life though he is quite happy.
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In that Summer of 1909 the simple souls who even then desired to simplify the English tongue, had, of course, no cognizance of little Jon,
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or they would have claimed him for a disciple. But one can be too simple in this life, for his real name was Jolyon, and his living father and dead half-brother had usurped of old the other shortenings, Jo and Jolly. As a fact little Jon had done his best to conform to convention and spell himself first Jhon, then John; not till his father had explained the sheer necessity, had he spelled his name Jon.
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His mother had only appeared to him, as it were in dreams, smelling delicious, smoothing his forehead just before he fell asleep, and sometimes docking his hair, of a golden brown colour. When he cut his head open against the nursery fender she was there to be bled over; and when he had nightmare she would sit on his bed and cuddle his
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head against her neck. She was precious but remote, because "Da" was so near, and there is hardly room for more than one woman at a time in a man's heart. With his father, too, of course, he had special bonds of union; for little Jon also meant to be a painter when he grew up—with the one small difference, that his father painted pictures, and little Jon intended to paint ceilings and walls, standing on a board between two step-ladders, in a dirty-white apron, and a lovely smell of whitewash
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Irene and Jolyon have been married for years and Jolyon is still has an extreme infatuation for her but it is returned in her love. Jon loves Da, the girl who takes her of him until she marries and leaves. His parents return and then Jon sees the beauty in his mom. His his sisters visit for a time, Val and Holly enjoy his antics but they do not stay long. It will be interesting to see what happens to them all in the next offerings of the Chronicles!
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Little Jon had been born with a silver spoon in a mouth which was rather curly and large. He had never heard his father or his mother speak in an angry voice, either to each other, himself, or anybody else; the groom, Bob, Cook, Jane, Bella and the other servants, even "Da," who alone restrained him in his courses, had special voices when they talked to him. He was therefore of opinion that the world was a place of
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perfect and perpetual gentility and freedom. A child of 1901,
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In choosing, moreover, for his father an amiable man of fifty-two, who had already lost an
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only son, and for his mother a woman of thirty-eight, whose first and only child he was, little Jon had done well and wisely. What had saved him from becoming a cross between a lap dog and a little prig, had been his father's adoration of his mother, for even little Jon could see that she was not merely just his mother, and that he played second fiddle to her in his father's heart: What he played in his mother's heart he knew not yet.
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He was not a highly educated little boy. Yet, on the whole, the silver spoon stayed in his mouth without spoiling it, though "Da" sometimes said that other children would do him a "world of good."
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"Jon," said his father to his mother, under the oak tree, "is terrible. I'm afraid he's going to turn out a sailor, or something hopeless. Do you see any sign of his appreciating beauty?" "Not the faintest." "Well, thank heaven he's no turn for wheels or engines! I can bear anything but that. But I wish he'd take more interest in Nature." "He's imaginative, Jolyon." "Yes, in a sanguinary way. Does he love anyone just now?"
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"No; only everyone. There never was anyone born more loving or more lovable than Jon." "Being your boy, Irene."
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Between that eighth birthday, however, and the afternoon when he stood in the July radiance at the turning of the stairway, several important things had happened. "Da," worn out by washing his knees, or moved by that mysterious instinct which forces even nurses to desert their nurslings, left the very day after his birthday in floods of tears "to be married"—of all things—"to a man." Little Jon, from whom it had been kept, was inconsolable
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for an afternoon. It ought not to have been kept from him!
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This phase, which caused his parents anxiety, because it kept him indoors when he ought to have been out, lasted through May and half of June, till his father killed it by bringing home to him Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.
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The names of the two grown-ups were "Auntie" Holly and "Uncle" Val, who had a brown face and a little limp, and laughed at him terribly. He took a fancy to "Auntie" Holly, who seemed to be a sister too; but they both went away the same afternoon and he did not see them again.
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The car came quickly, whirred, and stopped. His father got out, exactly like life. He bent down and little Jon bobbed up—they bumped. His father said, "Bless us! Well, old man, you are brown!" Just as he would; and the sense of expectation—of something wanted—bubbled unextinguished in little Jon.
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He noticed, too, some little lines running away from the corners of her eyes, and a nice darkness under them. She was ever so beautiful, more beautiful than "Da" or Mademoiselle, or "Auntie" June or even "Auntie" Holly, to whom he had taken a fancy; even more beautiful than Bella, who had pink cheeks and came out too suddenly
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in places. This new beautifulness of his mother had a kind of particular importance, and he ate less than he had expected to.
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"Did she rise from the foam in Glensofantrim?" "Yes; every day." "What is she like, Daddy?" "Like Mum." "Oh! Then she must be..." but he stopped at that, rushed at a wall, scrambled up, and promptly scrambled down again. The discovery that his mother was beautiful was one which he felt must absolutely be kept to himself.
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"Have you missed us, Jon?" Little Jon nodded, and having thus admitted his feelings, continued to nod. "But you had 'Auntie' June?" "Oh! she had a man with a cough." His mother's face changed, and looked almost angry. He added hastily:
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"He was a poor man, Mum; he coughed awfully; I—I liked him." His mother put her hands behind his waist. "You like everybody, Jon?" Little Jon considered. "Up to a point," he said: "Auntie June took me to church one Sunday." "To church? Oh!" "She wanted to see how it would affect me." "And did it?" "Yes. I came over all funny, so she took me home again very quick. I wasn't sick after all. I went to bed and had hot brandy and water, and
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read The Boys of Beechwood. It was scrumptious." His mother bit her lip. "When was that?" "Oh! about— a long time ago—I wanted her to take me again, but she wouldn't. You and Daddy never go to church, do you?" "No, we don't." "Why don't you?" His mother smiled. "Well, dear, we both of us went when we were little. Perhaps we went when we were too little."
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"I see," said little Jon, "it's dangerous." "You shall judge for yourself about all those things as you grow up."
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"Mum, is Daddy in your room?" "Not to-night." "Can I come?" "If you wish, my precious." Half himself again, little Jon drew back.
Story in short- Young Jon looks for adventures and living a kind of lonesome life though he is quite happy.
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or they would have claimed him for a disciple. But one can be too simple in this life, for his real name was Jolyon, and his living father and dead half-brother had usurped of old the other shortenings, Jo and Jolly. As a fact little Jon had done his best to conform to convention and spell himself first Jhon, then John; not till his father had explained the sheer necessity, had he spelled his name Jon.
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His mother had only appeared to him, as it were in dreams, smelling delicious, smoothing his forehead just before he fell asleep, and sometimes docking his hair, of a golden brown colour. When he cut his head open against the nursery fender she was there to be bled over; and when he had nightmare she would sit on his bed and cuddle his
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head against her neck. She was precious but remote, because "Da" was so near, and there is hardly room for more than one woman at a time in a man's heart. With his father, too, of course, he had special bonds of union; for little Jon also meant to be a painter when he grew up—with the one small difference, that his father painted pictures, and little Jon intended to paint ceilings and walls, standing on a board between two step-ladders, in a dirty-white apron, and a lovely smell of whitewash
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Irene and Jolyon have been married for years and Jolyon is still has an extreme infatuation for her but it is returned in her love. Jon loves Da, the girl who takes her of him until she marries and leaves. His parents return and then Jon sees the beauty in his mom. His his sisters visit for a time, Val and Holly enjoy his antics but they do not stay long. It will be interesting to see what happens to them all in the next offerings of the Chronicles!
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Little Jon had been born with a silver spoon in a mouth which was rather curly and large. He had never heard his father or his mother speak in an angry voice, either to each other, himself, or anybody else; the groom, Bob, Cook, Jane, Bella and the other servants, even "Da," who alone restrained him in his courses, had special voices when they talked to him. He was therefore of opinion that the world was a place of
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perfect and perpetual gentility and freedom. A child of 1901,
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In choosing, moreover, for his father an amiable man of fifty-two, who had already lost an
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only son, and for his mother a woman of thirty-eight, whose first and only child he was, little Jon had done well and wisely. What had saved him from becoming a cross between a lap dog and a little prig, had been his father's adoration of his mother, for even little Jon could see that she was not merely just his mother, and that he played second fiddle to her in his father's heart: What he played in his mother's heart he knew not yet.
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He was not a highly educated little boy. Yet, on the whole, the silver spoon stayed in his mouth without spoiling it, though "Da" sometimes said that other children would do him a "world of good."
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"Jon," said his father to his mother, under the oak tree, "is terrible. I'm afraid he's going to turn out a sailor, or something hopeless. Do you see any sign of his appreciating beauty?" "Not the faintest." "Well, thank heaven he's no turn for wheels or engines! I can bear anything but that. But I wish he'd take more interest in Nature." "He's imaginative, Jolyon." "Yes, in a sanguinary way. Does he love anyone just now?"
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"No; only everyone. There never was anyone born more loving or more lovable than Jon." "Being your boy, Irene."
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Between that eighth birthday, however, and the afternoon when he stood in the July radiance at the turning of the stairway, several important things had happened. "Da," worn out by washing his knees, or moved by that mysterious instinct which forces even nurses to desert their nurslings, left the very day after his birthday in floods of tears "to be married"—of all things—"to a man." Little Jon, from whom it had been kept, was inconsolable
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for an afternoon. It ought not to have been kept from him!
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This phase, which caused his parents anxiety, because it kept him indoors when he ought to have been out, lasted through May and half of June, till his father killed it by bringing home to him Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.
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The names of the two grown-ups were "Auntie" Holly and "Uncle" Val, who had a brown face and a little limp, and laughed at him terribly. He took a fancy to "Auntie" Holly, who seemed to be a sister too; but they both went away the same afternoon and he did not see them again.
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The car came quickly, whirred, and stopped. His father got out, exactly like life. He bent down and little Jon bobbed up—they bumped. His father said, "Bless us! Well, old man, you are brown!" Just as he would; and the sense of expectation—of something wanted—bubbled unextinguished in little Jon.
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He noticed, too, some little lines running away from the corners of her eyes, and a nice darkness under them. She was ever so beautiful, more beautiful than "Da" or Mademoiselle, or "Auntie" June or even "Auntie" Holly, to whom he had taken a fancy; even more beautiful than Bella, who had pink cheeks and came out too suddenly
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in places. This new beautifulness of his mother had a kind of particular importance, and he ate less than he had expected to.
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"Did she rise from the foam in Glensofantrim?" "Yes; every day." "What is she like, Daddy?" "Like Mum." "Oh! Then she must be..." but he stopped at that, rushed at a wall, scrambled up, and promptly scrambled down again. The discovery that his mother was beautiful was one which he felt must absolutely be kept to himself.
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"Have you missed us, Jon?" Little Jon nodded, and having thus admitted his feelings, continued to nod. "But you had 'Auntie' June?" "Oh! she had a man with a cough." His mother's face changed, and looked almost angry. He added hastily:
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"He was a poor man, Mum; he coughed awfully; I—I liked him." His mother put her hands behind his waist. "You like everybody, Jon?" Little Jon considered. "Up to a point," he said: "Auntie June took me to church one Sunday." "To church? Oh!" "She wanted to see how it would affect me." "And did it?" "Yes. I came over all funny, so she took me home again very quick. I wasn't sick after all. I went to bed and had hot brandy and water, and
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read The Boys of Beechwood. It was scrumptious." His mother bit her lip. "When was that?" "Oh! about— a long time ago—I wanted her to take me again, but she wouldn't. You and Daddy never go to church, do you?" "No, we don't." "Why don't you?" His mother smiled. "Well, dear, we both of us went when we were little. Perhaps we went when we were too little."
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"I see," said little Jon, "it's dangerous." "You shall judge for yourself about all those things as you grow up."
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"Mum, is Daddy in your room?" "Not to-night." "Can I come?" "If you wish, my precious." Half himself again, little Jon drew back.
February 7, 2022
I have really been enjoying the Forsyte Chronicles, and this interlude provided more of the same.
It focus mostly on a short interval which the young boy of of Jolyon and Irene spent without his parents. The previous interlude, Indian Summer of a Forsyte provided an integral bridge linking The Man of Property and In Chancery, and I will soon find out whether Awakening provides the same link to the next book in the series, To Let. Great reading
It focus mostly on a short interval which the young boy of of Jolyon and Irene spent without his parents. The previous interlude, Indian Summer of a Forsyte provided an integral bridge linking The Man of Property and In Chancery, and I will soon find out whether Awakening provides the same link to the next book in the series, To Let. Great reading
October 1, 2014
A nice interlude, but not my favorite section of the series. Strictly a matter of personal preference. The older, stodgier Forsytes are so much more fun.
October 12, 2017
Little Jolyon, Jon, awakens to the beauty that surrounds him, the beauty that is his mother, and the love personified that is his father, even as his days are spent in play about the home Robin Hill that is now his parents' in more than one sense - his grandfather bought it from her ex-husband the first cousin of Jo, Young Jolyon, the father of Jon, after the architect Bosinney who was her first love died and she fled from her husband. Jon knows nothing of the history, and his blissful life is carried on the wings of imagination where he plays out every possible scenario from every book he reads, so his half sister Holly returning with her husband and second cousin Val from South Africa (where they married during Boer war and stayed to raise horses) finds him painted blue head to toe, playing by himself in the garden.
August 9, 2020
This very brief interlude between novels gives us a fleeting, dream-like glimpse of the life of the young Forsyte, "Jon." Jolyon and Irene's son is in the halcyon days of childhood. It's summer and he's unencumbered by any knowledge of what lies beyond his own childish perception. He awakens to the realization of his mother's beauty and, like all young children, is able to blissfully be present.
Jon awakens to the realization of more than just his mother's appearance, he awakens to Beauty, the Beauty that takes its place with Truth and Goodness. Irene is Beauty that will not be possessed. Irene is not a Forsyte. Will Jon grow up to be Forsyte, become a man of property?
Jon awakens to the realization of more than just his mother's appearance, he awakens to Beauty, the Beauty that takes its place with Truth and Goodness. Irene is Beauty that will not be possessed. Irene is not a Forsyte. Will Jon grow up to be Forsyte, become a man of property?
December 20, 2025
The Forsyte Saga - Book #2.5 (4th Volume)
This was just meh for me. It is referred to as an interlude between Book 2 and 3 and extremely short. I read it in one sitting. On to the last volume - To Let.
This was just meh for me. It is referred to as an interlude between Book 2 and 3 and extremely short. I read it in one sitting. On to the last volume - To Let.
August 24, 2018
Sweet little story of little Joylon's lovely childhood. It really works well in juxtaposition to the first interlude story of Old Joylon.
August 29, 2018
Not rally a whole book. More of an interlude of about a few dozen pages.
Cute, but tacky a bit.
No male can not love Irene. At some point it will get annoying.
Cute, but tacky a bit.
No male can not love Irene. At some point it will get annoying.
April 18, 2021
A short tale of the boyhood of Irene and Jolyon’s son Jon.
April 2, 2022
A little gem of a short story. A little boy's mind contains multitudes.
July 5, 2022
"Mira por la ventana... Ahí hay belleza para ti, Jon."
Read
September 9, 2022Good
April 27, 2024
Hmm, disappointing in contrast to Indian Summer as interludes go in this book. Jon comes across odious and cosseted.
November 18, 2022
It has been quite a while since I read of the Forsyte family, so this novella was an excellent way to get back up to speed. It focusses on young Jon and, to a much lesser extent, his parents and nanny.
As always, well written and insightful.
As always, well written and insightful.
December 30, 2024
Ännu en långnovell, som ett mellanspel i Forsyte-sagan. Denna novell ses helt ifrån Jon's synvinkel, son till Jolyon jr, med hans tredje hustru. De lever överklassliv och sonen är mycket ensam, med sin barnsköterska och guvernant för lite skolning på förmiddagarna.
Året är 1909, vi får berättat milstolparna i hans barndom, minnen som ännu finns kvar när han fyller 8 år, och sedan sommaren när föräldrarna åkt till Irland på semester. Han har ett rikt fantasiliv, understött av de böcker han läst. Men han längtar efter föräldrarna, i synnerhet modern, som ännu känns vag och frånvarande. När de återvänder, får han äntligen beundra sin mor. Det är Uppvaknandet, gryningen, både till kontakt med modern och en undran inför 'Skönheten' de vuxna talar om. Naturen. Konsten. Vad? För Jon är det modern. Den han ständigt längtar efter.
Året är 1909, vi får berättat milstolparna i hans barndom, minnen som ännu finns kvar när han fyller 8 år, och sedan sommaren när föräldrarna åkt till Irland på semester. Han har ett rikt fantasiliv, understött av de böcker han läst. Men han längtar efter föräldrarna, i synnerhet modern, som ännu känns vag och frånvarande. När de återvänder, får han äntligen beundra sin mor. Det är Uppvaknandet, gryningen, både till kontakt med modern och en undran inför 'Skönheten' de vuxna talar om. Naturen. Konsten. Vad? För Jon är det modern. Den han ständigt längtar efter.
February 5, 2016
Forsyte Chronicles:-
This work developed over a lifetime and began with a simple theme, that of individual's right to life and love, especially those of a woman. The first trilogy, Forsyte Saga, is the most famous of all. There are three trilogies, Modern Comedy and End of the Chapter being the second and the third. The Forsyte 'Change was written as separate stories about the various characters and spans the time from migration of Jolyon Forsyte the original, referred to usually as Superior Dosset, the paterfamilias of the Forsytes, to London from border of Devon and Dorsetshire, onwards well into the time connecting it to the beginning of the second trilogy. The first two trilogies have interconnecting interludes between each of their two parts.
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The Forsyte Saga:-
The Forsyte Saga was not planned as such but developed over years with sequels coming naturally as they did, and human heart and passion and minds within settings of high society of a Victorian and post Victorian England - chiefly London - and its solid base in property.
When it was published it was revolutionary in the theme - a woman is not owned by her husband, and love is not a duty she owes but a bond that is very real however intangible, that cannot be faked.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008.
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Interlude: Awakening:-
Little Jolyon, Jon, awakens to the beauty that surrounds him, the beauty that is his mother, and the love personified that is his father, even as his days are spent in play about the home Robin Hill that is now his parents' in more than one sense - his grandfather bought it from her ex-husband the first cousin of Jo, Young Jolyon, the father of Jon, after the architect Bosinney who was her first love died and she fled from her husband. Jon knows nothing of the history, and his blissful life is carried on the wings of imagination where he plays out every possible scenario from every book he reads, so his half sister Holly returning with her husband and second cousin Val from South Africa (where they married during Boer war and stayed to raise horses) finds him painted blue head to toe, playing by himself in the garden.
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This work developed over a lifetime and began with a simple theme, that of individual's right to life and love, especially those of a woman. The first trilogy, Forsyte Saga, is the most famous of all. There are three trilogies, Modern Comedy and End of the Chapter being the second and the third. The Forsyte 'Change was written as separate stories about the various characters and spans the time from migration of Jolyon Forsyte the original, referred to usually as Superior Dosset, the paterfamilias of the Forsytes, to London from border of Devon and Dorsetshire, onwards well into the time connecting it to the beginning of the second trilogy. The first two trilogies have interconnecting interludes between each of their two parts.
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The Forsyte Saga:-
The Forsyte Saga was not planned as such but developed over years with sequels coming naturally as they did, and human heart and passion and minds within settings of high society of a Victorian and post Victorian England - chiefly London - and its solid base in property.
When it was published it was revolutionary in the theme - a woman is not owned by her husband, and love is not a duty she owes but a bond that is very real however intangible, that cannot be faked.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008.
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Interlude: Awakening:-
Little Jolyon, Jon, awakens to the beauty that surrounds him, the beauty that is his mother, and the love personified that is his father, even as his days are spent in play about the home Robin Hill that is now his parents' in more than one sense - his grandfather bought it from her ex-husband the first cousin of Jo, Young Jolyon, the father of Jon, after the architect Bosinney who was her first love died and she fled from her husband. Jon knows nothing of the history, and his blissful life is carried on the wings of imagination where he plays out every possible scenario from every book he reads, so his half sister Holly returning with her husband and second cousin Val from South Africa (where they married during Boer war and stayed to raise horses) finds him painted blue head to toe, playing by himself in the garden.
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October 1, 2023
The Awakening is the second of three books that comprise the second group of books in the Forsyte Saga. It is about young Jon Forsyte, son of Jolyon (the artist) and Irene, and his idyllic upbringing at Robin Hill. Beloved son of Jon and Irene, Jon lives a life of adventure, nature and loving supervision by his parents, who are also passionately in love with each other. Irene has cast a spell over both Jolyon and Jon, who find Irene's beauty and character to govern everything that they know of life. Galsworthy shows how Jon's character was formed and in this short novel, shows why Jon would never be happy with Fleur, the spoiled, wilfull and high-strung daughter of Annette and Soames. The bond between Irene and Jon is forged from love and sacrifice and for all Fleur's beauty and charm, is impenetrable. A deep psychological study of the seminal characters of the second book series in the Forsyte Saga.
January 16, 2013
Маленький рассказ, но так трогает за самое сердце. Сила детской любви к матери. Любовь матери к ребенку. Прекрасно!
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November 2, 2017This was much shorter than expected
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