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“A loose, baggy monster (to steal a phrase from Henry James) that seems to keep growing the more one turns the pages. I read the final third of this nearly 800 page novel in that awful state that befalls a reader saddled with a book he isn't enjoying but is determined to finish -- reading each page with glazed, uncomprehending eyes, loins girded, jaw set, deriving little to no pleasure at all from the experience. One gets to the end as if one has scaled Everest after a particularly hazardous climb; wearily, one plants one's little flag on the summit. In the case of reading an Everest, at least one doesn't have to climb back down again but can be airlifted to safety by a new book.
This historical tale of two 18th century colonial brothers at loose in the big bad Mother Country does have its charms, particularly in the second third of the book, but ultimately the whole thing deteriorates into tedium. Its charms are due primarily to Thackeray's wonderfully exuberant, tongue-clucking, cajoling, gossiping, ironic narrative voice, but this is a major joy of his Vanity Fair as well, and you would be well advised to eschew Virginia and hie thee to the Fair, which is a vastly superior novel, a masterpiece of comedy and satire. Such cannot be said, alas, for The Virginians.”
Lord Manleigh wrote this review Saturday, December 24, 2011.
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