Radka Dudasova Dudasova itibaren 36448 Carreirachán, Pontevedra, Tây Ban Nha
أعجبني تصوير الكاتب حياة ابن سينا..
5 ebtedayi ke boodam in ketabo khoondam,kheiliam khosham oomad.vali alan fekr nkonam hoseleye khoondane injoor ketaba ro dashte basham:)pas age shomam be sene alane man naresidin zood bekhoonin!
The first of the Barsetshire Chronicles, The Warden is a very typically high Victorian novel, thoughtful and slow moving and full of elaborately constructed sentences with more sub-clauses than you can shake a large stick at. The sort of novel which I normally love, in other words. It was a little too trapped in its time for me to really love it, though, with none of the humour of Austen or the pitiless observation of Galsworthy to lift it out of the nineteenth century's tendency towards sugary melodramatics. Although the ethical debate at the core of the novel was somewhat interesting, the framework which was constructed to carry that debate was limited. It felt tied to a particular institution, and Trollope never really managed to make it feel a universal question. Much of the novel also felt as if it had been written as a counter-attack to 'the question of the day', in fact, as if Trollope were specifically using it to address a worthy issue. Naming the Scottish preacher Anticant, for example, was so far beyond subtle it made me wince, and made me much less inclined to view either side of the debate with an objective eye. The characters never really felt wholly developed either, which is perhaps only to be expected in so slim a novel. But without any established affection for the characters, I don't feel enough of a hook to carry on with the rest of the series, despite the fact that I've been told they improve an awful lot from hereon out. The Chronicles were bestsellers in their day apparently (of course, my jaundiced inner voice wants to tell me of course they were, Dickens was produced in their day as well), but I can't see myself with a full set adorning my bookshelves, to be perfectly frank.