I bought this book from the
Family Bookshop in MQ, and although it took me over a month to finish, I enjoyed every page.
The French Lieutenant's Woman is a
novel set in the late 1800's and written in the 1960's by John Fowles, with possibly the most emotionally intriguing
protagonist ever. It centers on Charles Smithson, as he ploughs through his engagement
to the bland Ernestina Freeman. He meets
the eponymous Sarah Woodruff; an eccentric, enigmatic woman who right away intrigues
him as she challenges social conformity and more astonishingly, his intellect.
But Sarah's reputation precedes her- she is frowned upon by the town for her
questionable past.
The plot starts off plain and slow paced, but what kept me going is the eccentricity
of the narrator. And I am glad I kept going; because this is a book that has
certainly made a mark on me. Fowles writes what I can only assume is himself
into the book as an omniscient narrator. At the same time, he manages to
integrate himself into the story as a character. At one point he is in a train,
staring at Charles, and at others he describes himself as he is looking through
their windows, or following them on the street!
The characters are written with so much depth and authenticity that one
starts to doubt their existence, every character, that is, except for the
protagonist. Sara is only described as Charles sees her: clouded by the
society's image of her at times, and by his emotions towards her at others.
Psychoanalysts would have a field day with Sarah. Several times in the
book she is compared to sadistic sociopaths of her time. Yet there remains an
air of mystery around her behavior. One thing remains certain though; she
doesn't want to fit in. She kept the façade of a sinner throughout the plot just
to be shunned from society.
Charles is a paleontologist and a Darwinist. So we find that he is often
at loss between his science and the religious beliefs of his time. And this is
perhaps one of the most prominent themes in the book. There rarely passes a
story arc without an argument about natural selection and evolution. At one
point, Darwin's On the Origins of Species is even used, in lieu of a bible, to
swear upon, shedding the light on the driving force of modernism: an acceptance
of science that does not follow the established beliefs.
Plot aside, the most valuable thing offered by this book is an objective
look at the Victorian era as a whole. The epilogue to every chapter is a poem,
article, saying or anecdote from the era that provide an insight to the behavior
of the characters at times, and to the society as a whole at others. Fowles
also dedicates a few chapters to the comparison between the main characters and
modern characters. The book is also riddled with footnotes further explaining
the Victorian mindset.
If the Victorian era intrigues you as it does me, then this is a book
you cannot miss. Fowles' knowledge of it is comparable to one who had lived it.
And I will most certainly read it several more times just to get lost in its
depths.
