Saturday, 26 April 2014

OF HUMAN BONDAGE – W Somerset Maugham, 1915

Do not read this if you are looking for a light cheerful way to pass the time. But if you want soul-wrenching, heart-breaking turbulence, this one’s for you.
I didn’t much care for Philip Carey but I couldn’t help feeling his pain.
This also turned out to be quite a companion piece to Down and Out in Paris and London, although Maugham gives us a far more believable picture of deprivation than Orwell.
There is no ‘happy ending’ but Carey does achieve an acceptance and the book closes with the opportunity for a calm and contented future which, although far from his original hopes and dreams, at least provides him with a security which the Bohemian life could never provide.

And the writing is sublime. 

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