Not for me - what’s the point?
I love classics, but Tess of the d’Urbervilles just didn’t work for me. I truly don’t understand the hype around this one. It felt like a never-ending series of misfortunes, and not in a meaningful or enlightening way—more like Thomas Hardy was just piling misery onto Tess for the sake of it. Every man in this book seems completely incapable of accepting “no” for an answer, and it’s exhausting. Instead of exploring meaningful change or agency, it feels like Tess is constantly stripped of her choices by the people (read: men) around her. Angel and Alec both drove me up the wall for different reasons, but neither came off well, and the idea that one is somehow “better” than the other is baffling. Yes, I get that it’s a product of its time and it’s supposed to be a social critique—but for me, the message was buried under pages of melodrama, moralizing, and suffering. It left me asking: what’s the point of this book, really? I admire classic literature, but Tess just felt joyless and punishing. A bleak read that never paid off.