Have you ever been so immersed in a story that you find yourself becoming completely irritated with the main character? I mean really truly pissed off? Like you’re sitting there reading, and it’s all quiet and you find yourself shaking the book back and forth yelling: “Shut up! Shut up! Oh for crying out loud would you just shut up already!” I find that this happens in two kinds of books: really horribly bad ones, or very well written ones.
Well I recently experienced it with the latter (thank goodness!). I finished Tess of the d’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy the other day and could not believe at how utterly annoyed and aggravated I became throughout the novel with the main character. And it was especially surprising seeing as how I think one of the main themes of the whole book was feminism and Hardy was reeeeally ahead of his time in regards to how women should have been viewed in that era. Yet, while you could tell that Hardy himself was very forward thinking in this regard, his main character and protagonist, Tess, was really not. Not that she was totally the opposite either. I’ll explain more in my review that will come later this week but it was BEYOND frustrating sometimes to read her thoughts and diatribes.