3 of 4 people found the following review helpful
4.0 out of 5 stars
The Inner Impulse To Be a Martyr, April 7 2011
By Carol Bakker - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: An Old Man's Love (Paperback)
So you love Jane Austen. You've read all her novels and plan to re-read them with great pleasure the rest of your days. When you come to the end of Austen, you always have an appetite for...more! You start in with the Brontes and read through their works. This is a good thing. There are many, many good books in different genres, true. But there are times you want a nice cup of tea and a little touch of Britain in the night.
It was because Anthony Trollope's name was said in the same sentence as Austen's, and from a friend I trust, that I decided to go exploring.
An Old Man's Love was a sweet romance, a lovely love story. Here's the gist: A young woman, Mary Lawrie (20 something), is left orphaned. A friend of her father's, the 50 year old bachelor, William Whittlestaff decides to take her in and provide for her. He falls in love with her and asks her to marry him. She hesitates and acknowledges to him that her heart is with a young man, John Gordon, from whom she has not heard a word in three years, and with whom no words of love were ever exchanged.
Whittlestaff presses Mary, confident that her infatuation was a childish one and sure that he can give her a good life. She reluctantly agrees and decides to do her duty to the man who has been so kind to her, a man for whom she has genuine affection. Within hours of giving her promise to marry Whittlestaff, John Gordon, home from the diamond mines, knocks on the door asking for Mary.
The ensuing conflict between Mary's love for Gordon and her promise given to Whittlestaff occupies the rest of the book. A promise is a promise! Trollope portrays so accurately that inner impulse to be a martyr that seems so noble at night, but sticks like a bone in the throat in the daylight. Hearing the tale unfold was like riding a see-saw; it was impossible to guess how it would come out. Each man is so certain that it would be in Mary's best interest to be with himself. There are two Dickensian characters, the housekeeper and the vicar, which add comic relief to the drama.
It isn't the satisfying protein of Austen, but we still need some carbs in our life, and Trollope is a good carb.
3 of 4 people found the following review helpful
3.0 out of 5 stars
A bit tedious and repetitive, but still good, Jan 4 2011
By Karla Bushway "7Rabbits" - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: An Old Man's Love (Paperback)
William Whittlestaff takes in the orphaned Mary Lawrie and, after a year, decides he's in love with her and proposes. She accepts. Unfortunately, Mary's old sweetheart, John Gordon, arrives the next day from the Kimberley diamonds mines, having rectified his poverty. So what's a girl to do? What's the 50-year old, previously-disappointed-in-love-decades-ago Whittlestaff to do?
I've been away from the Victorian authors for a good long while, but I don't think this one is nearly as good as I recall Trollope's other works were. This story was simple, but the framing of it was ponderous and very redundant throughout. Perhaps that was the point of it, however; that a very heavy matter weighed on the minds of all three main characters (Whittlestaff, Mary, and John Gordon) and so it's natural that they should chew over the same facts again and again.
It was a quick read, but it was very tedious in too many spots. So much of it was the internal thoughts of the characters as they tried to work out the problem: what was expected of them (heart vs. duty), what was the "best interests" of the other parties, outside advice and pressure, and so on. The character of Mrs. Baggett and her situation with her drunked sot of an errant, leeching husband brought the whole "marital duty" aspect into the story - once a promise is made to be one's wife, it's mandatory to stick through it, thick or thin, and deny - all the while proclaiming - one's sacrificial martyrdom.
There was a tight cast of characters, each providing some characteristic that crops up so much in Victorian lit - punny names like a groom and gardener called Hayonotes and Thornybush, respectively; and meddling nosybodies like the local soon-to-be married vicar Blake who is a right boor and acts out of self-righteous romantic inclinations but seems to be doomed after marriage. (Trollope certainly implies that his wife will be fed up with him in a matter of months.)
I'm glad it was a short book. I honestly don't think the slim concept of it could have borne too many more pages and revisits to the same thought processes. It ended as one would expect, but I still kept reading because I wasn't entirely certain.
4.0 out of 5 stars
Not one of Trollope's best, but still good, May 22 2012
By Maggie Jarpey - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: An Old Man's Love. (Paperback)
I've read almost of Trollope and liked almost all and loved many. I liked this one but didn't love it--meaning I won't want to reread it although I'm glad I did read it once. Usually I relish Trollope's humorous characters, but Mrs. Baggett and her husband, two of the humorous ones, failed to amuse me. The young, enthusiastic, soon to be married clergyman, however, did amuse me, as did his less enthusiastic bride-to-be. The story was a page-turner for me--I was very anxious to know what was going to happen in the end. The two main characters made you care about them.
If you have never read Trollope, this wouldn't be the best intro to him, but if you like Trollope in general, I think you will like this one, too. However, it lacks the interesting cultural and political background details that enrich Trollope's best books, and it lacks the deliciously wicked villain or villains that he usually supplies. There simply isn't as much to the story as I've come to expect from Trollope. And although I did love the main characters, I didn't love them nearly as much as I have loved some other Trollope characters. Still, I enjoyed it and got something of value from it, so I do recommend it.