Read by David Shaw ( )

Ultimately a Victorian story of who will marry whom, but the opening 20% or so of the novel, in which the characters are named and outlined and the stage is set, is hilarious. Certainly, if you were interested, you could learn a lot about the ranked clerical positions of the Anglican church here, and many great words are used, e.g. congé, toxophilites, ha-ha, and, my favorite, hebdomadal. ( )

“Her virtues were too numerous to describe, and not sufficiently interesting to deserve description.”

"husbands, oh, my marital friends, what great comfort is there to be derived from a wife well obeyed!"

Barchester Towers is hilarious, a couple of the numerous witty quotes from this novel. Drop a star for being a bit long-winded. Trollope is becoming a favorite.... ( )

It is with great regret that I assign my dear Trollope a mere four stars—really four-and-a-half stars. To me, the most shameful part of being slightly disappointed in Barchester Towers was just how much weight is given to the novel: not only in terms of Trollope’s own oeuvre, but in terms of Victorian literature more generally. With that said, though, having read around and dappled in work of his both in and outside the Chronicles of Barsetshire, I found Barchester Towers lacking in what for me is what makes Trollope such an extraordinary writer—namely, his pacing and the way in which he engages his readers right from the start in the conflicts and dramas of his dramatis personae.

Here, though, in the second book in the Chronicles of Barsetshire series, Trollope is actually atypical: he takes over half the book to set up his characters, to concoct (an admittedly compelling) mise-en-scène from which to focus closely on three characters’ struggles for power in the tiny cathedral close of Barchester. As always, Trollope’s characterization is flawless: Mr. Slope’s drive to transform Barchester as a middle-man of sorts, pitting the incoming bishop Dr. Proudie against his obdurate and power-hungry wife in order to wield authority in any way he can… this is done extremely well in Trollope’s deft hands, especially as the trio is meant to symbolize at the microcosmic level changes in the world at large, but “progress” that is by no means untouched by a more primal individual desire to get whatever it is one wants by any means necessary.

Trollope is always brilliant in painting unlikeable characters, and, in doing so, making us see their flaws and their various vices in ourselves. In Barchester Towers, Trollope adds to this gift something that is much more covert in his other works: a rich use of comedy and humor. Barchester Towers is, above all, a very funny book, a satire, and one that shows Trollope balancing well the individual, the social, and the narcissistic desire for power and position. While his other novels have a humor that is more covert, Barchester Towers is rare in Trollope’s oeuvre in that it will actually cause one to laugh aloud: one wonders why—if not from realizing that such a treatment did not agree with his vision of the novelist’s duties—Trollope abandoned the outrageously comic in his subsequent work.

And that, perhaps, is why I felt this novel to be a disappointment when compared with the others of his that I’ve read—and also why I find it hard to believe that Barchester Towers is his most famous and widely-read novel. Although weak Trollope is far better than the best work by a novelist less talented than he—e.g., see my review of Doctor Wortle’s School—still, this novel is in no way indicative of the scope and utter humanity to be found in Trollope’s richer and more complex novels like The Claverings, which remains my all-time favorite of his to this day.

This is by no means meant to dissuade anyone from reading Barchester Towers… far from it. The world would be a better place is more people read Trollope. But it would be unwise to read his most lauded work and presume that this is all Trollope is about, because this is far from the case. Instead, one should read Barchester Towers for what it is: Trollope’s successful attempt at integrating comedy with pathos, humor with his analyses of greed, lightness with his examination of the darkness of which we are all capable. And, of course, one should read Barchester Towers on the path toward completing the Chronicles in their entirety: something all readers should do, at least once, in their reading lives. ( )

This is a delightful, satirical comedy about a group of characters who live in and around the community that surrounds Barchester (Winchester Cathedral) in the mid-nineteenth century. My favorite character was the Signora Nerona, who, though she is crippled by the violence done to her by her estranged, Italian husband, manages to make almost every man around her fall in love with her by her sensuousness, her large, expressful eyes, and the almost unbelievable insight into humans that she shocks and beguiles them with. I had fun looking up the setting on Google maps, finding where Hiram's Hospital was, the Bishop's palace, etc. I had probably five laugh out loud moments as I read this book, that makes use of the hypocrisy of religious workers to people it's characters. ( )