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Parade's End () is a tetralogy of novels by the British novelist and poet Ford Madox in the USA) (); the books were combined into one volume as Parade's End. In , HBO, BBC and VRT produced a television adaptation. Start by marking “Parade's End” as Want to Read: In creating his acclaimed masterpiece Parade's End, Ford Madox Ford wanted the Novelist in fact to appear in his really proud position as historian of his own time Ford Madox Ford was the author of over 60 works: novels, poems. Parade s End is the great British war novel and Ford Madox Ford s major Apparently, the book's author, Ford Madox Ford, takes a modern approach to the .

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There, intelligence is viewed as suspect and chastity weird; virtue as smugness, and saintliness a direct provocation. It is a great audacity for a novelist to begin a long novel with a main character whom very few other characters like, let alone admire. Tietjens is socially awkward, and emotionally reticent to the point of muteness: when, in the book's opening action, his wife Sylvia, having left him four months previously, asks to be taken back, he "seemed to have no feelings about the matter".

He is "completely without emotions that he could realize", and "had not spoken more than twenty words about the event". Later, he is said to have a "terrifying expressionlessness".

Men sponge off him for both ideas and money; women on the whole find him rebarbative — "his looks and his silences alarmed them".

In the course of the novel he is variously compared to a maddened horse, an ox, a swollen animal, a mad bullock, a lonely buffalo, a town bull, a raging stallion, a dying bulldog, a grey bear, a farmyard boar, a hog and finally a dejected bulldog.

He is also likened to a navvy, a sweep, a stiff Dutch doll, and an immense feather mattress. He is "lumpish, clumsy", with "immense hands". His wife constantly imagines him constructed from meal-sacks.

Even Valentine Wannop, the spikey suffragette who is eventually to bring this Anglican saint a kind of salvation, initially finds him "as mad as he is odious", with hateful eyes "protruding at her like a lobster's"; she takes him for just another "fat golfing idiot".

Still, for all his apparent ineptness, there is one thing always to be said for Christopher Tietjens: he is very good with horses.

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Tietjens's notions of love and sex — which you would not expect to be conventional — are summed up at one point as follows: "You seduced a young woman in order to be able to finish your talks to her. Tietjens's idea is a less engaging version of what Ford himself believed.

As he put it, rather more sweetly, in propria persona: "You marry to continue the conversation. The sort of woman such an Anglican saint requires should be "passionate yet circumspect". The second adjective is richly inappropriate for Sylvia, who first seduced him, very uncircumspectly, in a railway carriage. A wife who is bored, promiscuous and up-to-date, tied to a husband who is omniscient, chaste and antique: there's a marriage made in hell.

Christopher is a mixture of chivalry and masochism if it hurts, I must be doing the right thing ; Sylvia a mixture of recklessness and sadism if it hurts him, I must be doing the right thing. Christopher believes that a gentleman does not divorce his wife, however she behaves; though if she wants to divorce him, he accepts it.

He also thinks of Sylvia as a "tremendous discipline" for the soul — rather as being in the French Foreign Legion would be for the body. Sylvia for her part cannot divorce Christopher because she is a Catholic. And so the couple are bound together on a wheel of fire. And the torments she devises for her husband are of exquisite accuracy. When she was 13 we learn only towards the end of the fourth volume, Last Post Sylvia idly imagined cramming a kitten's paws into walnut shells; this shows great early skill of a Sadic nature.

Throughout the novel, she deploys the subtle rumour, the lie direct and the vicious deed to visit on her husband a series of social, financial and psychological humiliations. Once, she had watched a fish-eagle circling high above a scream of herring-gulls, causing havoc by its mere presence; she liked and remembered this as a self-image. Still, for all her apparent viciousness, there is one thing always to be said for Sylvia Tietjens: she is very good with horses.

Why, you may ask, does she persecute her husband? Or, more particularly, why continue, year after year, when she has many admirers, from young bucks to old generals, fawning on her, seeking both her love and her body? Part of the answer lies in Christopher's very saintliness: the more he fails to respond and suffers without complaint, the more it goads her.

He also infuriatingly attempts to see things from her point of view. What could be more enraging to a soul like Sylvia's than to be understood and forgiven? And so, every time, she returns to the attack on her great meal-sack of a husband. She loathes him — for his gentlemanliness and solemnity, his passiveness, his "pompous self-sufficiency", his "brilliance" and the "immorality" of the views which that brilliant mind emits.

When her confessor, Father Consett, suggests that "Tout savoir, c'est tout pardonner" she replies that "to know everything about a person is to be bored … bored … bored! And, "man-mad" though she appears, Sylvia treats her lovers with disdain: they are not even worth properly tormenting.

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You had not been for ten minutes in any sort of intimacy with a man before you said: 'But I've read all this before'. Their relationship is not just about the infliction and the bearing of pain. Key to an understanding of Sylvia are those rare moments when Ford, a profound psychologist, allows us to consider that she is more than just a vengeful spirit possessed by evil.

However infuriating Tietjens might be, however "immoral" his views, he is the only truly mature man she has been with, the only one whose conversation can hold her: "As beside him, other men simply did not seem ever to have grown up. The more so because he is the only one who can still move her.

In the middle of France, in the middle of war, when a venomous old French duchess seems about to derail a wedding, Tietjens, applying intelligence, practicality and his "atrocious" old-fashioned French, talks the woman down.

Sylvia has been watching, and: "It almost broke Sylvia's heart to see how exactly Christopher did the right thing.

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As far as Sylvia can love, she loves Tietjens; and her rage at him is a function of sexual passion. She still desires him, still wants to "torment and allure" him; but one of the Anglican saint's conditions for her return to the marriage is that he will not sleep with her — a torment in return. As all this suggests, the emotional level of the novel is high, and often close to hysteria. Only one — Captain McKechnie — seems positively certifiable, but for most, "normality" means a kind of nerve-strained semi-madness.

We might expect, for instance, that Valentine, the emotional counterweight to Sylvia, the virgin to her adulteress, who shares so much with Tietjens — they are both Latinists with "bread-and-butter brains", both "without much of the romantic" to them, both lovers of frugality — you would have thought that she at least would have a healthy mind in her undoubtedly healthy body.

But even she finds her nerves constantly on edge and her mind slipping: her head "seems to contain two balls of strings being separately unwound".

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At one point, she barks an order to her own panicky thoughts: "Steady the Buffs! Other, more conventional novelists might have set the madness of war against the calm and balm of love and sex; Ford knows more and sees deeper. War and sexual passion are not opposites: they are in the same business, two parts of the same pincer attack on the sanity of the individual. It is not at first obvious how saturated Parade's End is with sex — with memories of it, hopes for it, and rumours about it.

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The novel is masterly on the workings of gossip, and the way it gets poisonously out of hand. By the fourth volume, the rumours about the Tietjens brothers have grown to the point where the pair of them are viewed as "notorious libertines" and Mark said to be dying of syphilis.

The objective reader can count up the number of women the brothers appear to have slept with in their entire lives: three between the two of them. The central emotional and sexual vortex is that involving Sylvia, Christopher and Valentine. But the lives of lesser characters, even those who are specks at the periphery of the reader's vision, are also endlessly disrupted and twisted by sex. There is O Nine Morgan, who applies for home leave because his wife is having an affair with a prize-fighter; Tietjens, having heard that the boxer will kill Morgan if he turns up in Wales, refuses the request.

So, instead of being beaten to death, O Nine is blown to bits in the trenches: sex gets him either way. Elsewhere, sergeants' wives take up with Belgians; a cook ruins his career by going awol because of his "sister"; an RSM wants a commission because the "bad boys" who "monkey" with his wild daughter back home will be more careful if she's an officer's daughter; while Captain McKechnie keeps getting home leave to divorce, and then not divorcing "That's modernism," growls General Campion.

Sylvia's brusque view of the military is that "You went to war when you desired to rape innumerable women. But no one in the novel gets sex, and sexual passion, right.

Towards the very end of the novel there is a walk-on or rather, ride-on part for Christopher and Sylvia's son.

He is just a downy boy, if one beginning to feel the allure of an older woman; but he is old enough to have witnessed his mother at work on various men. And what is this ingenu's early conclusion on the whole matter? Christopher, on a balmy day in the Seine valley, the war for once distant, hears a skylark singing so far out of season that he concludes "the bird must be over-sexed".

Two novels later, his brother Mark, lying awake, hears nightingales producing not their normal, beautiful sound, but something much coarser, which seems to him to contain abuse of other males, and boastfulness to their own sitting hens. It is the sound, in his phrase, of "sex ferocity". Greene wrote that "The Good Soldier and the Tietjens series seem to me almost the only adult novels dealing with the sexual life that have been written in English.

They are our answer to Flaubert. One of Flaubert's great developments not inventions — no one really invents anything in the novel was style indirect libre, that way of dipping into a character's consciousness — for a paragraph, a sentence, a phrase, sometimes for just a single word — showing things from his or her point of view, and then dipping out again.

This is a direct ancestor of the stream-of-consciousness narrative so richly deployed by Ford. Much of Parade's End takes place within the heads of its characters: in memory and anticipation, reflection, misunderstanding and self-justification. Few novelists have better understood and conveyed the overworkings of the hysterical brain, the underworkings of the damaged brain after his first spell at the front, Tietjens returns with partial memory loss , the slippings and slidings of the mind at the end of its tether, with all its breakings-in and breakings-off.

And Freud. But Freud is more widely present, if — since this is a very English novel — in a subtle, anglicised form: "In every man there are two minds that work side by side, the one checking the other. Later, Valentine had always known something "under her mind"; Tietjens refers to "something behind his mind"; while General Campion "was for the moment in high good humour on the surface, though his subordinate minds [sic] were puzzled and depressed".

Ford moves between these levels of the mind as he moves between fact and memory, certainty and impression. Few seem to have heard about Parade's End. Nobody asking what I was reading or commenting on the title had any familiarity with the book or Ford. In fact, most often people would glaze over with an explanation until the mention of the upcoming HBO-BBC miniseries spectacular, adapted by Tom Stoppard, premiering sometime this fall. Or they'd make an inane comment regarding the double nominal presence of Ford.

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In any event, HBO and one other pop culture phenomenon will probably contribute most to resurgence, however fleeting, of Parade's End. Vintage's recently published paperback edition, only slightly kinder to the wrists than the Modern Library hardcover, owes its existence to two very popular words: Downton Abbey.

In a feverish swell of World War I books and films inspired by the smash series, Ford's epic consideration of Britain's striated class system before, during, and after the conflict has ridden the wave and landed back in the cultural Crock-Pot.

We've taken a brief look at the novel's background, and my caveats have surely weeded out the pusillanimous readers out there, so now, even though I've promised once before, we will really dig in to the novel itself.

To be clear on just what Parade's End is about, I have to invoke a tired reference, and one I briefly alluded to earlier. There, it's said and out of the way. The war is there, yes, obviously but the ever-diminishing striations of class distinctions are there on each page. It's not about the war. There is an almost anthropological consideration of varied social classes and types of life living in fear of the international sea change, which occurs in It's an encyclopedic look at British life at its most pivotal point in the barely-dawned twentieth century.

From a more novelistic standpoint, there is no shortage of romance, wit, and a staggering amount of conscious thought. This is where things get really interesting. Consciousness, interiority, and psychological insight were such prevalent concepts and means of character illustration in the twentieth century.

Christopher Tietjens is the greatest example of consciousness, disassociative or otherwise, in any twentieth century war novel. A big claim, but I stand by it. In fact, the closest relative to the consciousness grappled with in Parade's End is oddly nonfiction, and dealing with an entirely different conflict: Michael Herr's Dispatches.

There was little certain about the time our complex protagonist, Christopher Tietjens, his outrageously rendered wife, Sylvia more on her later , and the woman he loved and she scorned, Valentine Wannop, lived in. Accordingly, the reading experience is akin to that which they lived through: haphazard, combative, full of flashes of danger, glimmers of beauty, and all deftly controlled by Mr.

This is difficult. As mentioned, there is no throughway; one must progress through the novel and glean what's possible. However, don't lose hope, as there is an excellent reason for this disassociated way of presentation. In fact, it's not so much presentation, but thinking and understanding.

It's the world seen through Tietjens's eyes -- its losses, occasional gains, privation, romance, and, ultimately, the seismic shifts that occurred in Britain almost daily during this period. Parade's End, though formally challenging, is less of a read than a carriage ride through the ugly parts of the heart and humanity, not to mention the martial cloud perennially brewing above.

Nobody behaves very well, and almost everyone does irreversible damage to one another, and often himself or herself in the process.

Though it does have its difficulties and lesser points, there is many a beautiful phrase and a truly staggering display of awareness, on the behalf of Tietjens, which never crosses into self-awareness or gives a glimpse of Ford as puppet-master. For that alone, the book deserves acclaim. That's one more entreaty to be patient when you feel your irritation spike at yet another however-many-pages of military abbreviations and terminology that pushes you closer to putting the book down.

Regardless, it's a travesty to avoid it or pass it up in favor of something easier. So this columnist looking to illuminate the importance of this work will do so, and recommends the novel, just not unreservedly. That should make things more interesting for any reader, though.

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Of particular interest to me, as you may have gathered, was the continual display of Tietjens as a thinker, intellectual, and withdrawn man of the mind. Though the last is somewhat stereotypical, I am hard pressed to think of another character so depicted as thinking, or speculating, until the often academic or pseudo-intellectual characters of post-war authors like Bellow, Roth, and others.

One of the greatest instances, and certainly one of the most interesting, of Tietjens's cognitive nature comes nearly two hundred pages into the novel. It's also a personal favorite. His mind was at rest because there was going to be a way.