“Vanity Fair: A Novel without a Hero” by William Makepeace Thackeray (post 3): Why I’m stopping after about 200 pages of this 878-page novel
This is, indeed, a novel without a hero. It is a novel of cynicism and pessimism, which may have been a novelty and seemed insightful, once upon a time, but not now. And though it might provide more evidence for the thesis of my blog, such evidence is not rare elsewhere.
Here’s how it ends:
“Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied? —Come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out” (1, p. 878).
Do you like its attitude?
1. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair: A Novel without a Hero [1848]. Edited with an Introduction and Notes by Helen Small. Oxford, Oxford University Press, 2015.
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