So the two weeks off between posts shouldn’t be the norm, but it took me about twelve days to finish off Alessandro Manzoni’s The Betrothed. Before I get to that book, though, I thought it might be worth taking a moment to explain how I choose some of these books, especially the classics.
I’m a lists guy, which is no surprise to those of you who read my ESPN stuff. I love lists and rankings, both for the debates they generate and, in the case of stuff like books or albums or restaurants, for the way you can work through them yourself. My favorite book-ranking is a book in itself, and probably one of the best gifts my wife has ever bought me: The Novel 100, by Daniel Burt. The book itself contains Burt’s rankings of the 100 greatest novels ever written, with a four-page essay on each book that summarizes its plot, discusses the author and his influences, then talks about how the book was received at the time it was published and how it is viewed today.
When I got the book, I was all cocky and thought I was so well-read and probably had already read 30-40 of the books on the list. I was wrong – I was only at sixteen, and had never even heard of close to half of the titles. This, of course, was a personal affront, and a challenge not to be declined, so for the last two-plus years I’ve been plowing through the books, a few of which (Lawrence’s Women in Love, James’ The Ambassadors, the latter of which I didn’t even finish) were duds but some of which are now among my all-time favorites, including The Betrothed.
(I’d like to publish the list of titles, without his essays, and if I can reach Prof. Burt I’ll do so. In the meantime, I believe the top 10 are Don Quixote, War and Peace, Ulysses, In Search of Lost Time, Middlemarch, Moby Dick, Madame Bovary, The Brothers Karamazov, The Magic Mountain, and The Tale of Genji.)
The Betrothed (I Promessi Sposi) is one of the earliest historical novels, the greatest novel in the canon of Italian literature, and a work that was influenced by and then in turn influenced a number of great English writers. The story revolves around the engagement between two young peasants, Renzo and Lucia, whose wedding is blocked by the local lord, Don Rodrigo, who saw Lucia in the street and has decided as part of a bet with his cousin that he will seduce Lucia for himself. Renzo and Lucia flee and end up separated, leading to two story lines that eventually connect again in the end.
That plot (separated lovers) isn’t all that uncommon, but Manzoni adds two wrinkles to make this novel unique. One is the introduction of some amazing secondary characters, including the Nun of Monza (based on a real person) and the fiend only known as the Unnamed. Each of them receives his or her own short story within the novel, and while I ordinarily find that sort of thing distracting, it works here because those stories are themselves very compelling.
The other twist, one I didn’t care for as much, was a very long digression in the novel’s last third where Manzoni describes the twin tragedies that hit the Italian states and particularly Milan in the late 1620s, when the novel is set. Milan was first beset by a famine that was largely caused by idiotic economic policies (like arbitrary price ceilings), and then was hit by the Black Death, introduced by invading soldiers and facilitated by the inaction of the local governments. It is a withering criticism, one that makes Manzoni something of a literary forerunner of Friedrich Hayek, but it is more history than story, and the tangent from the main plot line is extremely long.
The writing itself is crisp, and a lot of aspects of the prose and the story reminded me of Tom Jones, another book on the Novel 100 and my favorite picaresque novel. It’s a bit overlong due to that late bit on Milanese history, but otherwise well worth its heft.
Every time I see a reference to the world’s great novels, I always feel inadequate since I haven’t read enough of them. I realize that’s a soluble problem, but since I’m currently in law school, my recreational reading time is mostly limited to web-surfing during classes (I’m in Agency right now!).
However, I’ve always felt inferior for not having read any Proust. Should I bother, Keith? And if so, do you recommend a translation?
Incidentally, I love Moby-Dick, but I think The Confidence Man is my favorite from Melville–have you read it?
I read the first volume of Proust (Swann’s Way) … was it worth it? Yes. But I wouldn’t say it was easy. His prose defies description – sentences that run 60-70 words, paragraphs that run five pages, florid language that had me keeping a dictionary handy. But there are scenes that are absolutely beautiful, and when you read Proust you’re reading a real writer’s writer, someone who was extremely influential in his day on a lot of authors we still read today.
If you decide to go that way, go for Lydia Davis’ translation, which is the most recent and is also probably the most accurate. Her introduction sold me, since she explains why her translation is different (and better).
FWIW, I have volume 2 of the same translation effort (different translator, though) on my to-be-read shelf, and was thinking about tackling it during my spring training trip.
Oh, and I haven’t read The Confidence Man, but I think you’re the second person to recommend that to me in the last month… I despised Moby Dick. Really did not need to know that much about whales.
I have read all of Swan’s Way and most of Within a Budding Grove and I have to say that while I really liked both I didn’t love them. I agree with Keith that his prose does indeed defy description and that there are many, many scenes that are absolutely gorgeous both in their language and in their emotional effect on the reader. However, I also found that the characters were not very compelling, at least to me. It’s not that they weren’t interesting and well drawn, I just didn’t really care that much what happened to them.
All that said, I would definitely suggest that anyone who hasn’t read at least Swan’s Way should do so. In addition, I think that it is a crime to leave To The Lighthouse off of the list in favor of Proust. I say this because I think that the writing is similar in the sense that Woolf, to my eyes, was clearly influenced by Proust’s style and innovations (particularly his incredible ability to write in a truly stream of consciousness way).
Of the other one of those ten that I have read I would also probably leave off The Brothers Karamazov in favor of One Hundred Years of Solitude. However, I can’t pretend to be subjective about this because I have never read a Dostoyevsky that I liked. Everyone I know loves his work and I like Russian classics quite a bit (from Tolstoy to Pushkin to Chekhov to Turgenev) but he just doesn’t do it for me. I get the sense that you, Keith, feel similarly about Hemingway whose work, besides A Farewell To Arms, I absolutely adore, especially A Moveable Feast (which isn’t really a novel), The Old Man and the Sea, and The Sun Also Rises. Regardless, I love the blog and all of your work for ESPN, keep it up!
Jesse, I don’t think we can be friends. I despised To the Lighthouse, another book I read simply because it was on the list. (FWIW, it’s #21 on the Novel 100’s rankings.) I really was waiting for something, anything to happen. I do agree with you on the characters in Swann’s Way – I’m not a big fan of characters who can’t seem to get out of their own way.
Also, I just realized that I flipped Middlemarch (actually #8) and TBK (#5) in the article.
I have to admit that I can overlook your dislike of Woolf but I can’t wrap my head around someone who likes Proust but dislikes Woolf. However, if you were bored by the plot in To The Lighthouse you might try Mrs. Dalloway. While less extreme in style than To The Lighthouse, Mrs. Dalloway still manages to have that quality that I like to think of as “true stream of consciousness” but with a little bit more plot.
I think it’s because I prefer Proust’s prose to Woolf’s. You could add up all their plots and still not have as much activity as ten pages of, say, Wilkie Collins.
I finally purchased both The Novel 100 and Don Quixote this past week. After reading this post on sometime this past summer, I decided to bite the bullet and commit to reading them all. I’m not sure whether I should thank you or curse you for introducing me to The Novel 100. . .maybe I’ll know which in about 3-4 years.