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Who or what are 'friends'? -- Mari Howard

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When I finished reading Tess of the d’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy, I thought that is the saddest novel ever . When I re-read it some years later, I felt the same. Now Sally Rooney has updated my list: Conversations with Friends is up there with Tess, the saddest tale - though not ‘told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.’ Rooney’s tale signifies her protagonist Frances is not an idiot – but she is a woman without a ‘map’, wandering in a fog of relationships and meanings. Frances and ex-partner-now-best-friend Bobbi are students and performance poets. Early on, we learn that Frances sits in bed, writing work to perform at gigs alongside Bobbi, and it’s at a gig that the tragedy begins to play out. Here we are, back at Trinity College Dublin, and indeed Rooney even introduces us to a cameo of one of the two main characters of her second book Normal People , set partly at Trinity College, about two thirds through the story. Their ‘friend Marianne’. Though i...

The Thomas Hardy Experience by John A. A. Logan

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It was a strangely popular video in our school in 1982. There would be the weekly Saturday trip to the video shop, and repeatedly Far From the Madding Crowd would be chosen to take back and watch on Saturday night. This was the 1967 film, directed by John Schlesinger, with Julie Christie, Alan Bates, Terence Stamp…a 3-hour kaleidoscope of technicolour delights…but not an immediately obvious choice for early-or-pre-teen Saturday night video fodder. It had drama, of course…Gabriel Oak’s dog chasing those sheep over the cliff…Sergeant Troy with that flashing sword…but, overall, it still remains a mystery to me how that film was so able to charm us, and somehow fit in perfectly with our usual diet of Frankenstein/Dracula horrors, Bond films, etc. In 1983, an experiment of sorts took place, and I was the first person selected to be sent out from our school on the high hillside, down by bus into the village of Fortrose, to see if I could slot in seamlessly and join that scho...