Effie Briest is the name of the tragic heroine here, so this is like the Madame Bovary of Germany, because the author was born in Berlin and this was originally published in German in 1894--118 years ago.
The original title in German was the same: Effie Briest. When it was translated into English the title was retained (names shouldn't be translated) so when I first got hold of a copy of this book last 12 February 2012 I thought "Effie Briest" was some kind of a German philosophical concept. It didn't sound like a person's name to me, unlike Madame Bovary. That could explain, too, why I didn't touch it for a long time. Philosophical works by Germans can give me a headache.
Maybe a better title would have been "Fraulein Briest" (with Umlauts--two dots--above the "a") and with that this novel would have been as famous as Madame Bovary. Not only would it be immediately understood that the novel is about a woman, but the title would have carried a hint of excitement (as "briest" looks the same as "breast") like that of Madame Bovary (bovine, a woman who follows man's every whim like she's a cattle).
But that didn't happen so enough of these little jokes. Let me tell you now the story so you don't have to read the book yourself.
I know for a fact that students of literature in our local colleges and universities (maybe happening also in other countries) would go to goodreads to get summaries of books assigned to them for reading or for reports. Let me tell you this clever dudes: your professor can also go to goodreads and compare your work with those reviews appearing here. So if you are smarter than him/her, don't plagiarize extensively verbatim. Get one short sentence from each review, then change words using a thesaurus. So even if your professor would strongly suspect that you didn't really read the book, at least he/she won't have the evidence to flunk you outright and recommend your expulsion.
Let's get on now with the story.
The setting is in Prussia (now a part of the country called Germany), 19th century, and right off the first few pages the author trusts before your eyes Effie Briest herself, an only child, just 17 years old, pretty, fresh, virginal, playing with her girlfriends, saying silly things 17-year-old girls say. Just a few pages more she'll be betrothed with her mother's former suitor, a guy named Baron Innstetten, 20 years her senior, moneyed, a high-ranking local official with bright prospects for further political advancement. A good catch. But this is NOT the usual melodrama one sees in TV soap operas where a young girl is forced into marriage with a rich dirty old man by her parents for money even if she's in love with another guy her age. No. Effie Briest readily consents to it and even if she is asked, one time, if she would rather marry her Cousin Briest of which she had shown fondness of she said of course not, SHE prefers the more mature and dependable Baron.
With the childlike, playful and adventurous Effie Briest vividly painted in your mind, you can already feel a disaster is bound to happen. And don't ask how this can even be possible because as I've told you, this is 19th century Prussia. The way they were. The author taking you back in time, when what a 17-year-old girl looks forward to was not going to college but marrying someone her parents had picked for her as a suitable partner for life.
So they got married. Effie immediately has a baby girl. The Baron is away, busy with work, most of the time. You know how it is with guys nearing 50 with lots of work, worries and busy with their careers. So Effie is always alone in their conjugal abode with their housemaids, her dog, and she misses her own town, the people there, her parents, her playmates, then she feels and sees ghosts in the house at night alone in her bed. Somewhat like Madame Bovary with her husband-doctor, communing with the farm animals in their provincial place.
Now comes Crampas, friend to the Baron, a gambler, society man and lady-killer who detests his wife. Once Crampas enters the scene you (plagiarizing students) tell your professor that you started to read slowly. For the affair between Effie Briest and Crampas is only delicately HINTED. You'd know that they fuck in the woods, during Effie's innumerable walks (for exercise, she says) alone--or maybe sometimes with her dog Rollo watching humpings which he himself does with native bitches. You tell your professor this is why you consider this a great novel, and Theodor Fontane a great novelist: that it uses very little to make your imagination run riot thinking of things only suggested, very lightly and superficially. Like aikido, where a deft movement, almost effortless, can bring an assailant down.
But the affair was only a brief, all-consuming passion which Effie herself managed to end. They leave the place and reside in Berlin, away from Crampas whom she didn't even love.
Six years pass by.
Effie Briest is now about 24 years old. She still carries the guilt of her brief indiscretion. A major crime during those days. Her confused lamentation:
"And this guilt on my conscience...Yes, it's there--but is it a weight on my conscience? No, it's not and that's what makes me frightened about myself. The thing that weighs on me is something quite different--fear, a dreadful fear, the constant apprehension that one day it will all be discovered. And then, apart from the fear, there's the shame. I'm ashamed. But in the same way as I'm not properly repentant, so I'm not properly ashamed either. I'm ashamed only because of the constant lying and deception; it was always my boast that I couldn't lie and didn't need to, either; lying is so vile. And now I've had to lie all the time and in front of everybody, in small things as well as large ones...Yes, I'm really afraid and ashamed of all my lying. But I don't feel ashamed of being guilty, not really, or at any rate, not ashamed enough, and that is what's destroying me, because I'm not ashamed. If all women are like that, then it's horrible and if they aren't like that, which I hope is the case, then it's a bad thing for me, there's something wrong with my soul, I don't have the proper feelings. And old Niemeyer, when he was still in his prime, once said that to me when I was still not much more than a child: the important thing was to feel properly and if you could do that, the worst could never happen to anyone and if someone couldn't do that, then they'd always be in constant danger, and what people call the devil would always have you in his power. O merciful God, is that what has happened with me?"
By accident ('twas really by accident--the young child Annie hurt herself, their maids are looking for bandages, open a locked drawer in search for them, the Baron arrives, stumbles upon Crampas's old love notes to Effie and reads them) the affair is discovered.
The affair was six years ago and it was Effie herself who ended it. Despite the expressed misgivings of his friend, the Baron challenges Crampas to a duel. During those times, a duel had to be done under the circumstances.
The Baron's aforementioned friend himself acted as his second during the duel. It has to be done.
Crampas dies. As he lay dying, he tries to whisper something to the Baron. He said: "Will you..." But it wasn't finished. Those were his last words. (tip to the students: don't put this in your report. If your professor wants to test you with Crampas's last words to find out if you really read this, answer with some pretended uncertainly to make it very convincing: "Well, sir, this may have escaped me because this happened late in the novel, and I didn't find any significance in it, but if I'm not mistaken, Crampas whispered "Will you..." yet he didn't finished because he didn't have any more time to finish it. Your professor will be beaming with pride that at least one of his students reached page 221 of the book).
The duel, its reason, and Crampas's death are in the papers the following day.
Effie is banished from the conjugal dwelling. Custody of little Annie automatically goes to the Baron. Effie is barred from ever seeing her daughter. No court hearings or anything of that sort. Just by the click of a finger. Everyone understood these things have to be done.
Even Effie's parents could not welcome her back to her old home with them. Even they cannot go against "the implacable forces of Prussian rectitude" (blurb).
The novel does not end here. And I won't tell you, plagiarizing students, how it ends. Try your luck with the other reviews here. Now what if no one has written here the ending? And if your professor asks you this, as a trick question? Then do this: say it was the most poignant and tragic ending you've encountered in all your readings of literary classics (even if you've actually read not one of them) then BURST INTO TEARS. Cry nonstop until the class ends. You will escape the inquisition, guaranteed.